http://slow.writerscafe.org/grimke The original writings of author Bill Grimke-Drayton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990498 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m not supposed to feel the painand hate. I should be gratefulfor tangible memories,as though indeed there were thoseto savour in the bitternessof being dismemberedas a person and tossedto the mocking wolves.No, I choose to speakout and gain my freedomin declamatory words,not flinching f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/732945/ Stray alley-cat scrabbled over the debris,Searching for leftovers from the battle,Where he was respected as an officer,Leading his callow men up to the front-line.Then the enemy machine-gun nestErupted with fire, stretching himOut on the molten tarmac and ateHis tough-muscled body into a charredMess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/729987/ As I listened to the silence,I heard the sound of breath taken outBy a sudden revelation of exquisite beauty,Fashioned from worlds beyond my knowing,And in the music of the spheres cameAn outpouring of love over me, washingOut the sadness that had lingered forToo many years within my bodyAnd poisone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/728559/ Pre-positional angst plays havoc with the psyche,And the laughing cavalier springs into actionLike a jack-in-a-box, to perform his latest tricks,Which, concealing the stark realityBehind the facade of a grimace, spread Thickly over us, a collaborative audience,Who play our jocular part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/727778/  Sleep, you are welcome, familiar friend! Take me by the hand down The labyrinth of twisted corridors, And shield me within your wings,  As shafts of lightningFlash on my unbound memories. I cannot speak for fear of the endOf all th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/726197/ After the disaster of Isahldwana, at which a whole British regiment was cut down, a small garrison at Rorke's Drift waits to face the might of the Zulu nation in the year 1857. Watch the film - ZULU. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/725892/ Financing evil and asking no questions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/724226/ Death as the sword of justice! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/723924/ The brutal relationship between prisoners and warders in a secret prison complex, where torture is used, unchecked by public opinion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/723865/ Silence walks its hushed way among the graves,Cloaked with shadows for fear of being recognizedBy the crowds who scorned its gentle frameIn thunderous waves which reached the very gateOf hell itself. Questions shiver past To give the scent of doubt upon the mist-Lingering field of grey.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/721110/ The dying man prepares himself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/720865/ A member of the older generation - i.e. in their 80s or 90s - is interviewed about their life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/717648/ Open the door, walk down the street, The dark hides your hesitant steps,As sleep smothers the town, and you, alone, Can mark this day in fire and blood.  Enter the welcome gate of death, And then to the ground, hard and unyielding, Descend, to break your heart of stone. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712224/ It starts with the pianist but then moves on to the Creator Who is Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712220/ COMPASSIONLove tears out The poisoned arrow of dread And heals his wound,Yet washes the man with tears.  His eyes see more than he has before,And now he weeps for allWho hurt him out of their pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712212/ The colliding of reality which seems impossible to face with a choice of unreality - a mere dream of leaving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712201/ A natural description of the process of creation in wonder and glory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712130/ The final act of a desperate man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712129/ Who is the one who is the beggar - the one who begs on the street, or the one who lives in a mansion? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712104/ The scene is typical of the dislocation of wartime - a cross between London and Warsaw in the 1940s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712099/ A gawky young man meets the girl he is head over heels with in...... love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712096/ A hawk,going about its business trying to find food for its young http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimke/712094/