http://slow.writerscafe.org/gingerfella The original writings of author gingerfella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776045981 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Shag.Marry.Kill?They ask.I answer thus:Kill 'em allAnd have a wank. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/1062758/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/1049420/ A brief poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/1032286/ I barely remember anything about youOr The t shirt that you leftAnd the vanilla scent on itDidn't remind me of youI ironed my t shirtthe way that you liked meBecause I wanted toNot thinking about youDidn't remind me of youAnd when it rainedblue skies just openedI didn't rememberthe day you held.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/1023598/ Yesterday I walked into my localand was able to ask"A pint of Decadence"pleaseTodayI walked in againAnd askedProclaimed"A PINT of Decadence"the barmaid replied"The Decadence is gone" I have never felt sadder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/983193/ You knewThat my dog Smelt terribleAnd you knewThat the fish Couldn’t drive this thingYou always knew My punchline.But your work night outThe new guyYou’d mentionedAnd mentioned againKnew why every professionHad difficultyChangingLightbulbsAnd you laughed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/942579/ I ironed my t-shirtBecause you mentionedYou might be be there tonightA terrible night clubBut I ironed my t-shirtAnd I turned up by chanceBecaused you mentioned you’d be thereSo I ironed my t-shirtAnd I showed up tonightAnd waited And you said, “Hey”And danced.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/942560/ TOO SHORTI said trimMy face is roundRound and pinkPink and doughyTOO SHORTRoundIt needs structureDoughy and pinkA were-blancmangeTOO SHORTPink A deflating balloonPerfect circleCollapsingTOO SHORTA mirror presentedThe back reflectedIgnored“That great”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/828884/ They say It is better to have lovedAnd lostThan never loved At allI have never lovedButI have lostMy keysTherefore, I comeLast. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/823372/ There was a young girl from StrathclydeWho decided upon suicideUnloved and distressedAlone and depressedKept taking the pills ‘til she died http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/816094/ Halted; hatedHealed; ailed Death elatedIdle titled headBut the devil is notIn the detailThere’s no V   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/816055/ Frailty, thy name is womanSteve Davis, thy name is SteveOr Mr Davis The clue’s in the nameIn factIt is the name I could write ShakespeareAbout snooker Although it’d be easierWith Arthur Miller  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/815147/ It’s not a real wordIf it’s not in the dictionaryI’m toldBut it has to be a wordTo get in the dictionaryBut it can’t beSo it can’tBut it isWords define dictionariesDictionaries don’t define wordsWell, they dobutYou know what I mean .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/808301/ He didn’t want a piece of cake.Or biscuit.He hadn’t wanted the cup of teaBut he’d taken it.WeakMilkyIn chinaHe didn’t want to start talking.But he had to.Now.After the cake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/805764/ A housewife ate a Tesco bagWhilst tattooing a confederate flagOn her child’s reversible headWhich somersaulted and fledAlong the train tracks untilShe tripped across a discarded pillSat downAnd waited http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/804339/ Only buying black socksMeansNever having to pairThem up She cried into a pillowI wanked into a sockWe both ended withSalted cotton Little mesh bagsAnd clipsTo keep everythingTogether   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/804312/ She thought long and hardAbout the best locationFor her seashell shopInlandA rarity valueA certain cachetBut you had to considerThe transport costsAnd whether anyoneWants them.Near the seaTourists may be temptedBy maritime thoughtsBut they’re available freeEverywher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/789387/ As Come Dine with Me openedShe glanced acrossSmiledAnd asked“What are you thinking?”  You’re dependent on the editingThey could screw you up to createA villainFor dramaTruncating a statementYou don’t often hear the wordTruncateTruncateI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/789355/ Rotary washing lineStaticNow carrying a hanging basketRarely clothesMade redundant By tumble dryerAnd weatherNever spinningMore a clothes horseAlbeit rearingOutsideUnused Streaked by pegsDecorativeYellow red yellow red  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/786216/ I stared at the wallDesperate for it to representSomething.But it wouldn’tIt remained a stack of bricksHighBut only as high as the masonsHad laid itEighteenIt spoke nothing of who I amOr was as I staredWantingSomething dark or deepTo be revealedRememberingMy own h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/786188/ Sat at the pub tableI see a friend approachBlue jeans white t-shirtSix feet and a good two inchesDarrenHe’s looking toward meI raise my glassHalf wayBut he doesn’t respondI change mid liftAnd drinkIt’s not DarrenAlike in every way But sadAnother man&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/786186/ Ginger to brownFor a fancy dress doWarm brown looks rightOn the boxBut the outcome is redThree washes andEveryone spots redRedPhysics taught me the spectumBut it didn’t teach thatWarm means redRed plus green equals brownNoRed plus green plus rainEquals redAnd gree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/786184/ I saw some cheese On the pavementStill wrapped In cellophaneI assume someone had dropped itOn their way backFrom the supermarket.I didn’t take itBut pushed it to the hedgeWith the outside of my footJust in case They came back    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/781711/ I turn a mirror on the worldBut that leaves me just lookingAt the back of a mirrorAnd the worldSo I step to the front of the mirrorTo gaze upon the worldIn reflectionBut my head takes up most of the spaceI set the mirrorTo one sideI step further againRemembering that the angle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/778807/ Riots dominate the newsI walk in sun by a riveriPod shuffles inPanic by The SmithsI smile to myself.Then feel sadI see a three legged dog.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/778297/ Aboard a shipThe first officerEnjoyed a kiss and a hugXO xo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/778295/ Walking past a car parkHeadphones inListening to BowieSun shiningI stop suddenlyA bang on my bagAn older woman pushes pastAnnoyed by my halt“Excuse me!”She drips with animosityStaring at meEyes hatingAnd walks into the carI had stopped to avoid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/777626/ I tied my ankle to a treeTo stop me floating awayWhen I woke upI was on the groundBut I swear the rope was tighter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/776463/ A dateAn anecdoteOf ManchesterWhere I am the victimBut also coolSelf deprecatingAnd promotingSeems to go wellBut I’ve mistakenHiccupsFor giggles   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/775446/ My dog smells terrible I only mention that becauseI do everything As if it’s a jokeI can’t resist a punchlineAnd my dog’s nose is fine If imaginary I did it again Twice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/775445/ I learn a lot aboutA Subarachnoid HaemorrhageAs I check the spellingOf Subaru. And that was fine. When I wanted to know About Vanity FairAnd Becky SharpI discovered Vanessa Hudgens. I would have preferredParadis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/774944/ Drive Angry Is a terrible filmI used to like Nic CageIntensity makes me laughRaizing ArizonaWild at HeartAnd he could actWithout chewing the sceneryAdaptationBut Drive AngryIs a terrible filmEven with a third dimensionIts fourth dimensionDrags  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/774939/ I was eating a pickled onionAnd bit my own tongueOnly a nickBut neverthelessI started to notice a changeOr twoThe bite I discoveredHad changed meBitten by meI developed The superpowersI already had.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/773091/ In a dream I had recentlyI almostAlmostHad to f**kDavid MitchellAlmostIt made perfect senseAt the timeAlmostBut as it turned outI got to f**kEva Green  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/773064/ “Flat?”“Flat.”“Flat?”“Flat.”“Flat?”“Yes. Flat.”“But...flat?”“FLAT.”“Flat.”“Flat.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/768258/ Yesterday I sat at my deskResolved to writeA poemEach day.The words flowed.I wroteAnd knewI had achieved my aim.But I had written so muchSo fastThat today must beNext TuesdayAnd I had no choice but to let time catch up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/768161/ LoveHeartSoulYour eyesDarkness ShadowDeathNow I wasA Poet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/768160/ The dark pot glowered at me from the cornerIt had no gaze to meetIt felt no remorseSo stared remorselesslyIts suface pitchOnyx, ebonSable, Obsidian.I hated it.But moreI hated myselfFor I could produce no argumentI admittedIt was rightThe kettle, too, was black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/767997/ StickChalkClubCharcoalSlingshotCrayonFlick-knifePencilSwordPenMachine GunTypewriterTankAmstrad PCW8512 (green screen) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/767870/ Oil on panel.Seventy seven centimetres highFifty three centimetres wideOr thirty inches byTwenty-one.Oil:The artist’s own blendFive to ten percent bees’ waxSome watercolour repair.Panel: made of poplarWarped; some cracking.Oak frameBraced with cross piecesSycamo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/767387/ The sunIs four point five billion years oldIt takes betweenTwo hundred and twenty five andTwo hundred and fifty Million yearsTo complete one orbit.By my calculationThe sunIs betweenIts eighteenth and twentiethBirthdays.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/766697/ Being lifted on the horns of a bull is preferableTo the mauling of a bearMarket forces ride a black horseBut leave oil and wine untouchedAn economy becomes something magicalDistant, beyond our controlThe weatherA fall is a tornadoThe levies break.But it’s all just peoplePeo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/766672/ We find it easy to accept the impossibleThe absurdBut we struggle with the implausibleOr just unlikelyA bullet proof alien who fliesAnd is allergic to rocks from homeFineBut his girlfriend doesn’t know himWhen he takes off his glassesRidiculous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/766493/ Tuesday is the cleanest dayIs doesn’t have the baggage the rest of the week bringsWednesday owns the middle of the weekMittwoch, humpday to someFriday is Friday, welcome to the weekendThank god it’s FridayMonday, oh god it’s MondayOh god, please no, it’s Monday .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/766484/ I lifted Leo to look into the open cupboard“What are we going to have on our toast, eh?”“That.”  I thought he was pointing at the mango jamBut he reached for the Value Marmalade.I reached for the jar as he said, “and that.”Pointing clearly at fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gingerfella/766051/