http://slow.writerscafe.org/PatrickPink The original writings of author PatrickPink en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043726 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've realised recently that when I enjoy someone's company I really struggle to call it a night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2773537/ Lockdown and WFH can be incredibly isolating. This is how I ground myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2768079/ My phone is well and truly battered, and so am I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2162697/ Songs can be a snapshot of a place, a time, a person, but only if you let them be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2100318/ The weather has been topsy turvy these days and it brings with it a substantial amount of energy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2099912/ Not sure if the caller was searching for a pet or a friend, but something was lost that night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2096544/ More hospital themed writing, because it tends to be a focus of mine at the moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2093677/ I'm reading a lot of love craft at the moment, so here's one I threw together quickly this morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2093431/ Amsterdam is beautiful and there are 1000 reasons everyone should visit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2093234/ There's nothing quite like buggering off in to the wilderness with a collection of like minded reprobates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2092610/ Currently, I'm dealing with a broken ankle and shattered bones in my foot. Just some thoughts I've had since. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2091912/ Hospitals can be confusing. Especially when you don't know how you got there, and are very, very drunkm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2091887/ Tired of posting so much sad boi s**t. Here's something a bit more positive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2087610/ I find people hard to understand these days. It seems they feel the same about me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2087605/ I don't know if I miss intimacy or the wilderness more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2085920/ It's half 2 in the morning and I FINALLY changed the batteries in all the fairy lights around my bed. So I wrote this and posted it straight away. Whether I will regret that decision... We'll see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2082983/ Some people that you meet manage to make a huge impact on your life and attitude in a small window of time. This poem is about one of those one-in-seven-billion individuals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2076516/ I do not trust old white men in positions of power http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2076075/ Swapping belongings after a breakup is strange and awkward http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2075457/ I love messing around with spacing in poem, a concept I took as far as I felt I could in this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2075447/ Some things I am better at dealing with than others. Tried to use some rhyme here, which I don't normally do, i'd be interested to hear if it works or not! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2075118/ I love the aesthetic of the 20's and 30's in America, sharp suits, cigarettes, and jazz bars. Music has an impact on all our lives, and i tried to capture some of the aesthetic pf the era in this poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2074954/ A dying star, caught in the grips of a black hole, contemplates it's situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2074545/ I've worked a lot of night jobs. This poem describes how surreal it can be walking home alone late at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2074151/ I.I wantSo badly to be warm.                Butparts of me are frozen; so I bristleWith ice knives and sickles                And anyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PatrickPink/2074149/