http://slow.writerscafe.org/ieuanap The original writings of author ieuan ap hywel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776293264 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 May 04, 2016#1He could run twenty yardstaking out three men, carrying the ballStrip a valve, machine and refitin under an hourLay off a hundred menwhen downturns of the economy struckBut he could not handle the eyes of acripple as he begged like a dogthen he sat down and cried. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151458/ Mar 26, 2016#1 He'd aways wanted to writebut poetry, naw, no way, how could he.The sound of falling snow, at Brissagomesmorising, overpowering not like that nightmare.Maybe that's what it's like to be dead, just the soft imaginery sound of a whoosh, a snowflake rot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151423/ Experience of a hospital and dealing with death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151419/ Mar 01, 2016#1The Potato Eaters (1885)Five figures, from three generations. Of the three femalesa girl sits, her back towards the artist. Two small windowsdisplay the darkness of evening.Eight rafters run from front to back. The ouders sit on high-backed chairs with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151417/ Mar 07, 2016#1Thin hands white to the bonedrawing pictures on his face,brush strokes, imprints on herhands that will not depart. They come and go like changing channelsonly there is no remote,he returns at willdwelling in their pleasures.He fondles those that serve best,wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151415/ Jan 31, 2016#1He cried for two nights,his dad had told me down the line.Let me speak to him.His voice flat, distant, trying to be brave. I wanted to gently wipe his tears as I do, when he falls,during his half-term visits.Grandpa told me, he told his dad, his voice&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151414/ Nov 07, 2015#1At Sunnydale A.F.S. the duty officer atAir Force Satellite Control Network Commandsits up with a start. Panic begins to filter down to his teamwatching the flickering red images on their screensCall the C.O.!His Commanding Officer phones back,What's up Ted?You'd be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151413/ Narrative poemon life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151399/ Narrative Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/2151394/ People behaving badly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1889042/ Narrative Poem on Sin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888798/ Travel - moving on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888671/ Travel Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888296/ Description of the process of God's work in creating a child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888278/ Travel Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888277/ Political Comment - Historical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888275/ Political Comment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888272/ Travel Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ieuanap/1888131/