http://slow.writerscafe.org/EliotBarrie The original writings of author Eliot Barrie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776059626 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is not a true story, but reflects my opinions to a close degree--I think--on CNN. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/651661/ I hear the wales, singDeep reverberating songs.I turn to see the bitter maze stocks bend.On this april nightLight is a soft friend. These drugs are warm and coozy.Perscription from the warm handed man Across the counter. He is the representetive of love, I think.He has a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/651070/  THE WAVES CRASHED against the side of the hull--The Ulysess, the craft was called--Mighty lavithian waves wrought from God’s love and wrath. Banging and rocking the craft back and forth like meter hands on top a grand piano; The sky dark as night without stars; Clouds looming and stoic s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/651010/ There are more things in heaven and hell then are dreamt of in your philosophy.                                    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/651006/ This is not a factual story. I don't work for a newspaper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/650689/ To explain--just in case--this poem is about a man who has just recently lost his wife. In fact he is sitting--I imagined--In the living room downstairs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliotBarrie/650662/