http://slow.writerscafe.org/ThomasJ93 The original writings of author Thomas Emile Vaughen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984128 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Unhappy little man, in his blue and red raincoat. Scurrying after his mother, who's clasping his hand. He is bereft of kite and boat. Wanted to spend the day at the beach, digging a moat. Built aroundthe unassailable sandcastle, protected by dragons later painted in pastel. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2960777/ You contort, and all the agony of lifedoes coalesce. Does coalesce here. With the wash of white. I don't denyyour crucifixion. No flesh replenishing. Broth of the bone, painted into the influx of a lonely embrace. Never hiding, never renouncing all that hideous hurt tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2960672/ Dead clever. Chess player, plot layer.Mathematician - deployer of X and Y.Cook, fry. Polyglot - loveme some Frenchand German. My tank is Sherman,cause I'm a history buff -Scholarly stud muff-in. Learnt a lot. Still learning. Look at this knowledge,I'm churning.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2955515/ Where were you Friday night? I'm a homicide detective. This is my partner, Prudence. We're investigating the rathertragic death of your Savings Account. Sort code. RR-II-PP. Does this look familiar to you? Exhibit A - a receipt from Deliveroo. You f*****g ordered t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2955450/ What have you washed upon the canvas? I am so very pale. I am puddle, a composite of all the thingsreflected within me. But not really a thing in and of itself. Watery thin. Depleted. I wish I could muster the energyto splatter you withExpletives.Do you not know th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2955448/ With one last breath, what would I say? To the encroaching night,I cannot barter away. When the wine, and the stressand the absence of sleepcome casually in brandishing Scythe - do I go without a peep? Of course not, my lovely. I'll say it softly and quick -the dyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2955410/ I'm still looking for the truth,but not in dark forests. As I get older,I understand that we allstill need the Teddy Bear on the bed. I'm still looking to reallyfeel that I am the thingI want to be, in the flesh of me. Combing my hair. Sat on the chair. The key is actin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2954617/ In the flurry. No popping outwith mates for chip shop curry. In this blizzard. No room for familialwarmth. Tech wizards. You are bleeps and blerps. Thisodious belch of notifications,ongoing, all the time, always - insidious. (Did it all really go wrong whenyou could no longer pop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2952990/ I'm good at sitting in it. I am a suet dumpling indepression stew. I havebefriended sad littlecarrots. Cut to piecesand placed in hereto simmer for dinner. The cabbage cradlesits knees, served withbroccoli and peas. I am a suet dumpling in depression stew.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2952859/ It's raining outside. On my laptop, there's an exponentially expandingclutter of tabs chaotically crowding the top of my browser. All these little fixations. I want to take a photolike Danny Lyon. Of the proto-punks in denim and Ts. I'm looking for Chicag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2952848/ We know what we move towards. We are shimmering apparitions already belonging to something beyond the walls of our reality. And when that actualises, we leave in our wake loss and deep feeling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2947695/ Embrace the ugly. Absorb it. And write a poem about it. What parts of your hometown do you avoid? Have you come to feel a strange sympathy for such places? Let me know. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2947634/ Buy one get two free! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2947248/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXvQd5yt790 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2947156/ The sweaterman is back, battling off wind and rainwith a pink umbrella. Came back from his Spain-vacation, wasn't feeling the paella. Only Blighty is for him, the English lawn. The grumling about weather. The lazy cat's yawn. He scoffs down his scones, cup of tea in hand. And pra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2946734/ A follow on from Strange Loops. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2946721/ Sketchbook fulla scumbags that someone has to draw. To paint the guilty figures, their tragedy in lore. How I've rendered evil into shades of beige and grey; horrors in officialdom,tragedies into tape. The legal process is kinda queer, if you'll forgive my politically i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2946717/ How your hand works the flood of fire. Destined smoke scribbles to heaven. Workers place life into the field, waiting. Eons. By the lonely stream,flanked by gentle slopes, ever is carried to some unknown locale. There is no night plunder. No noisy, raucous indulgence to be repent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2942499/ "How fast the night falls", she says, pointing west. As the dying sky moans. The stars, she'll caress. And she takes the happy butterfly, shimmering white,and turns it to marrow, and bone. Bright light. For the new body of new day swims on rivers to bethe mammalian world coming out of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2936636/ Bomb shelter temperament. Bundling together the sandbags. I'm goingto bunker down. Dig deep in the ground.Get the lantern on. No telegraph lines, cable time, news recipe reviews drama llama. It's all rather sober. Though I will accumulate enough alcoholto obliterate me many .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2934143/ Spirits dwell in this town of dusk, and a tower looks out to the sea as it rustsShips which swam in oceans deep, lay in the river, falling asleep So much to ponder upon Freeman Street,the battered facades of the pubs looking bleak The black feathered bird with the butt in it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2926016/ Pupil rose, blackWhere the Euphrates flowsSwallowed into night's dark ecstasy By Halfeti, you wait for meHands are buds,blessings, creeping to the silent skin I only grow where you areNo other nectar to nourish,girl to cherishI am herein Halfeti   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2925652/ The vase sits with no flowers, weary of the wilting truth ofpretty petals which, pungent though they may be, perish asthe flesh of a man shall perishYet do not question the longingFor no Ornament so hollowcan console itself in the strikingabsence of the animating bud or bloom of faith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2907583/ The cigarette droops from the pianist's mouth He puffs as he plays to block it all out Hearing already the hymns in the air,his sacred oath is to re-assemble what's already thereFingers scurry madly over ivory keys,and break in waves while his ebony kneesundulate for the pedals, perfect ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2906168/ Piano talk and dimly lit rooms,flowers quietly falling from bloom Phantom rain in frigid cold,the fog approaching the withered, the oldThe saddest sounds of approaching end,the unloved cities God's hand couldn't mendAn executioner and a crow at the gallows with rope,an Earth found grey with no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2906038/ You came to the realisation that, over time, you had lost something essentialPerhaps the wind had reached within youwith cold, skeletal hand, snatching at an indescribable warmth You kept walking, shedding, shrinking,until you wept at a moon you no longer understood You kept walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2886169/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2883672/ Just writing to say that last night, for the first time,you rested your head against my chest. For the first time in a long, long time everything was ok. Everything was right. I could get the dictionary out. Thesaurus. Some of the old,treasured lines. Write you to oblivion, and tell y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2882684/ Coloured in heaviness, though kept out of lightThe thoughts weigh us down,sensations further so, the things clipped to uswhich we cannot let goColoured in heaviness, coloured in pain from the minor knocks to the downpour of rain Most of it goes back into the roots of whatwe are now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2880715/ The mind a lonely place, much routine, everything orderly, perhaps sterile. And you know where everythingis. Too calm. [so]And then you invite strangers in. And there're footprints on the rug. Fires in the kitchen. Laughter that sounds harsh sometimes. Spillages spats spittle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2879303/ I wish to know you in the dimmest light. As an essence. As a meaning. Take me to your lips, as the prophetto the truth; the adventurer to the jewel. Clasp me, cling, the treasured note the one to sing to set heart's gates golden open... clouds in a Kingdom of ecstasy for the figure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2879174/ With the sinew, the cell... with a heart racing too fastwith shallow breathwith entranced eyes in wonderwith endless dreams and infinite impatience the mind stands shore facingfeeling the fatal force something accumulating, accruingo'er the ocean face - a bruising bedlam of mon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2879089/ You made happy pictures out of crayon. Imperfect. But bold. Red suns with brilliantgolden rays. Happy girls and ice cream cones. Blue oceans with leaping whales. The soundof giggling, your legs running, taking you to a bigger canvas, but also, a more arduous task. You're aware of the peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2874007/ Main problems: - Loneliness / alienation- Self-esteem / self-confidence - Resilience / mental toughness Approaches:- Increased emphasis on practical steps - New self-narrative- Re-assessing relationship with work and place Self-narrative: - The survivor, you've had to endur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2870134/ For S. Hurton and close family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2867982/ White as ghost, white as roseSnow drifts softly, softlyExhale, and your vapor comesto meIf we found respite nearthe glowing furnace,would we only melt the momentwhich was the JubilantShiver of your fingerscross my cheekIn ice, in Baptism, a wealth of anunspeakable kind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2867978/ Today I'm under the rock, bad weather I don't know whether I'm coming or going For all I know, outside it's snowing Best to make it a comfort day, blanketsand soup all the way I stick the sad tunes on, the weary words,the plaintive song I choose which faces to visualise, on which clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2864774/ Primary aim: Stabilise my living situation, overcome current mental health difficulties, and make it through to December of this year with some savings and an improved financial situation. Re-assess commitment to work in December, and decide whether it's time to embark on a new adventure at that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2864731/ A fondness for the painted moon, softly must the brush have stroked the canvas, how paint the nectar builds in layersto set with depth and draw me near to perfection. Craters, glow and clouds which gather likewisemen in worship. Holy moonof flesh which, in tender warmth, chooses to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2864088/ Wanna clear the air in anticipation of you being here. I've already thought about the ways I'm gonna f**k this up. And I'm yet to see your face. Chronic worrier,stumbling bumbler, farcically 'fraid of you rejecting me. Comedic really. Are you going to have the resolve to suffer through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2863505/ - 1st GR: texting: don't take this too seriously, L can seem quite flat through text, but ok in person... probably not really indicative of her actual mood or what she's thinking- 2nd GR: in person: make more of an effort to engage with Lucy, visit her desk at work, say hello, enjoy her company mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2863496/ x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2862815/ - Basic idea: means of combating anxiety may be to stop making inferences based on people's behaviour and to work on the assumption that the onus is on other people to communicate with you and be direct about their thoughts and concerns... - Think about the notion of a "12 hour role" - rather than.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2862449/ Cast my eyes upon the horizon... Ready to meet you White robes, the white of stars and HeavenFrom you, everything emanates Your voice will be the wind that comfortsAnd your eyes are portals to the truth that's a medication That which is empty in me is now songThe eternal ache reconci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2862224/ - Things with L are fine- Stop rushing to conclusions... - If L says she's hanging out with a friend, why not take this at face value? - Also, L agreed to notify you if she developed an interest in someone else; so insofar as L has not said anything, there's little need to worry- Even if L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2862186/ The heart does not deal in fractions or theorems, is not a whiteboardfor your equations No formula... only the truth of what is thereand what is still to growHow frightening Like nature is frightening, as lightening breaks the sky,heard in thunder what has died...ever unknowab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2861989/ "It's the least I could do", a grin spreads across her face. "Oh bo-y, the least you could do, eh?" He opens the fridge door, revealing a store bought pizza, an expired carton of milk and half an avocado wrapped up in cellophane. "Quite the gourmet, aren't ya?" "Less sass, or that's on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2861571/ The smallest room, the loudest heartTogether in one sentimentTogether in the dark Hands that hold so fondly Hopes have grown together In tenderest kiss, winter's mist, no cold amidst these blankets But love so strong, not brittle, not wrongas Heaven's harp sings a melodyKeeping eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2861549/ Clearing out the Mind. Man. Like, totally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2860475/ The lonely rain drop, making sublimedescent, forgets temporarily -as rain drops are apt to do - that life is merely petrichor; pitifully small it may be in freefall, but it must hasten to rememberhow mighty and majestic it isin the Cloud The languages it speakswith others, the horizo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasJ93/2859637/