http://slow.writerscafe.org/red77 The original writings of author red77 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984163 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yesterday I took the old roaddown past my ex-wife's housechecking out some new Shopsand it all came back, howwe used to live, locked in lustand alcoholand a permanent overdraft -another strange dreamto enter in the diary.When I reached homeCaroline gave me a packet of tobacco.The Easter Monday Bank .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2169938/ More of a plot and character outline than a fully fledged screenplay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2169880/ I took the Metrobus down the Gloucester Roadas far as I dared -I wanted to check if one of my Agencieswas open - they weren't answering the phone.And all those shops I passed, closed for business,and pubs, restaurants and cafes - they must have thought they were important once,had staff, made m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2169021/ We wake with a senseof not having sleptbut the World is the same,the same.I go for the paperswhile she makes coffeeand the real saintsare still on a shift -who can't hear the church bellsand haven't the leisureto image, as I do,the tomb openingin a desert garden -and a woman cryingfor someone she's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2168721/ You cannot sleep.Unmarried men in long robeswith low voicestake you to their listening placewhere you tell everythingto them and God.Our words repeatin a refrain, and welive in the darknessthat is ages deep.But when I feelyour body move beneath meand your quiveringI do not seek forgiveness.It is not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2163678/ Darktime is receding -The Light returnsAnd with the Light, hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2163112/ Listen to the wind -they are not happythese ghosts*****Storm Ciara 9.2.2020 - 11.2.2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2162127/ Dear Enemy -What have I ever done to youThat I should be used like this ?Did I not bring youGold in the WinterWhen most you needed it ?Are there not 100 other kindnessesThat I have done for youAnd received little or no thanks ?Shame on you - Time evens all things outMakes reparation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2157459/ all weekend it rained -in the mist yesterdayI saw your ghost passing thru http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2151540/ Love you should never have written those words,those gentle words of recalled affection -they have set the mists swirlingand no mistake.How can you say it's overwhen you write to me like that ?Some connections are eternal -that is my response. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2116509/ I have read your Twitter.I know you read my Facebookillicitly - our best momentswere illicit, stolenfrom someone else's time,someone else's bed.Your spell is on me still,I suppose - beautiful,strange, inspired soul,full of love and compassion,and wild wanderlust - our tortured Oxford relationsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2115530/ A new assignmentin a different area - less travelling. A grey halting Summerhas arrived -I have had Workall 6 monthsof the year so far.Britain has still to finda new Prime Ministerbut it seems to makeno difference -the D-Day Anniversarycommemorated and honouredwithout question.Extinction R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2114675/ girl on a bikecruising -Spring day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2113264/ The price of everything in the shops.Two daughters at good schoolsAnd girls are so expensive these days.Occasionally she catches her reflectionIn bar room mirrors. Old, old, old.Too old to be running around, pretending to be 30.Nobody knows what she really wantsBecause she won't tell. Not now, not e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2110773/ Not particularly for any other reasonthan because I wanteda vegetarian lunchand the delicatessen is nearby -I went this Easter afternoonto my favourite Cafe Bar,had two Red Bulls, and smoked,while the strange circus of Bristol street lifepassed by, like actorsin an avant-garde play.Just as I was abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2016724/ Spring is trying to get thruand you are distant -still the energy of the Spiritbreaks the surface of the river -sends light reflecting to the infinite.From the ebook Fueru, published by Rive Gauche Publishing, Bristol, 2015. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2016697/ long sunlit corridors -lovers' meetings -Oxford http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2015310/ Spring at last -And in the Legends of SpringThe Hundred Days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2014947/ long Winter -eating Xmas Chocolatesat Easter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2014804/ jet trails -April isLord's blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2014242/ Spring has come early -along the avenuea rush of flowersfirst published in Waterblossoms USA, 2002. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2013911/ You are upset, andrain shivers in the elms, thoughit has stopped raining. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2013331/ Sunday -the lines are silent -trees heavy with snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2013117/ Easter -  the hands of the poor reach out still empty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2012355/ A millennium agowe used to hang out -that is, we had 'mutual friends' -and if I analyse what I liked about youand still likeit is your wild sense of humour -not that it was ever going to come to anythingand it still won't - but I think of you stillfrom a very safe distance -seeing your pretty face o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2011853/ Easter approaches.In the Centrethe cardboard city near St Stephen's Churchhas returned in numbers. They look completelydesperate these people, as one would expect -if I'm passing, I will hand out cigaretteswhich they grab eagerly, with usuallya wan smile and a blessing - the cigarettesseem to be mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2011723/ Snowhas blanked out the day -no one is working now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2009035/ These bright clear mornings in early Springare sent by God so that we may knowthat one day we will livein His Eternal Summer.Maybe not on this side, but at 6amwith the Radio on it's easy to believe that we are livingin a People's Republic of light and music.The city stirs back into existenceto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2008049/ red for remembrance / red for blood / red for love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2004902/ It's Cafe weather.Sporadic rain from the Bristol Channel,keening wind around the housetopsand at the bitter street corners.Wrap yourself in your best and thickest coatand get to your favourite Cafe Barwhere the heaters under the awningswill keep you from freezingand the World can be observedover a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/2004901/ at Easterhands heldin the summerhouse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1996526/ mist on the river -skies are as fickleas love, as snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1994775/ The aim of lifeIs betterment - our aspirationsAre to get aboveThe mire that we came fromAnd therefore, we have always triedTo make our towers tall and strong,Our gates secure. And whenSomething happens to disturbThe upward curve (Not to nameWhat has been, and what will be namedAn act of everlas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1994774/ Through all this timeI remember how we loved -How our love was beautifulAnd almost despairing -A Summer when Love was not the fashion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1991716/ People know bits of the story, and that's all.I doubt if the real truth will ever be knownWhen rumour and fiction have done their partTo turn an ordinary tale into a legend. Of courseIt was ever thus. That Parthian, remember him,Who drove out demons? And Simon of Tyre?Now he was a fraud. One evening.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1988996/ I knew a girl,she was sweet, she was kind -then she fell in with the wrong crowd -now they call her the Queen of the M4.Spending large sums up and down to London -she even has her own seat on the National Express -her career will take off one daylike Amy Winehouse.People sometimes cannot see the tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1988703/ darktime has receded - / low Winter sun / over leafless trees http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1984777/ Another icy day at the beginning of December,except it's Payday, reason enough to feel warm.I go to St Mary's Catholic Church downtownto pray and light candles -there's only one other person in thereat 9.30 in the morning -he looks like a grizzled veteran of the streetscomplete with a bag full of cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1983809/ Her sofa is a battleground on whichlovers compete. The boundaries of good tasteare not assaulted. Sex is dividing silkor polishing a gem - the ultimaterelease of feeling, renewable, complete.She keeps no servants and the house is cold.Age has been tactful, but is not a friend.The Duchess of Argyll i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1982254/ There was always Rachel.Back in my early daysas a writer, Rachel wasone of us, testing the deep seamsof The Word, improving, modifying.Then later, when success finally arrivedit was our success, mine and Rachel's,putting opportunities each other's way,learning, respecting, nurturingnot only for ours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1978450/ blue sapphires -/ meaning faithfulness -/ worn by Priests / in ancient Israel -/ signifying Heaven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1976138/ red sunwhite fieldswinter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1976050/ At this time of year, I think of the Sea,its dark vacancies, its changeless changing,the great ships and the small boatsgoing about bravely - and the skilful peoplewho plot their coursesand very rarely make a mistake.And it occurs to me that this is how we live -male and female, our ways seldom cros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1975961/ When Winter comes again, spreading his handto freeze the rivers and even the Great Lakes,it brings us closer, although far apart -it is then you seek me out, and I am ready.As for me, I take my own snow with me -covering the dour, uneven cityscapewith symmetry and thoughts of peace -gleaming like cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1974367/ It's 4 am - I have to be up for work.The rain is beating on the roof of the utility room.Then I see your emailin my inbox, like a shaft of lighton this dark morning in England.News of your first book, selling againin the UK, reduced to .99p -that is the way, love, no doubt at all -you know how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1973791/ crystal vase -3 white rosessweet as desire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1971229/ Yesterday we cut the grass.Today the rainFalling on the steaming earth. Still so much is undecided.People move like fleets,Occluded in the night,All at sea. Till two great shipsExchange fire over ten milesAnd then the darkness lights -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1968861/ I saw your picture on a Press ReleaseAccompanying your book - the poseWhere you’re in profile - mature, attractive,Confident of your powers, at ease. Remembered what had happened in your life -The mismarriage, miscarriages and drink -The ever-flowing strugg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/red77/1967531/