http://slow.writerscafe.org/MarcusWalker The original writings of author Marcus Walker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776350980 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dad, the day I met you was not at Birth.In that infant hour, holding your weddingRing, I never let go. Not for happy memories,I simply was not there. The two year divorce,The pricey pillow pile, your grace, and then nothing. A death,Was all that was needed to meet          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1495604/ Something of importance, that rhymes with venus,A mans pride. His trinity, his spear and two shields.His sharpie or pen that spills ink between meals,Whats its called again? I think we call it a...Cactus? No. Something perhaps much more silly?Perhaps party for two might help me think,with hot dogs a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1461319/ This story is about the discoveries of three siblings. It is based on true events. It is not yet complete, i hope for some criticism on whether i should continue with this or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1346998/ This is a true event, and i still work with the man. And i can tell you that every hour i work there is a moment of bliss and learning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1060420/ In the village pub, at the main dinner table, the Auntie wasdrunkenly holding court at one end of the table. She lead each side in laughter,she thought it was because she was telling killer jokes, but it was probably moreto do with her dress falling down, not to mention that her inebriated.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1050726/ I'm experimenting with second person narrative http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1049527/ It is a spontaneous story. most likley riduled with grammar mistakes. Criticism please? :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1047690/ The Sea is always beauty to me, and so is literature, so why not mirror the two? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1006713/ As the general wakes to armsThe Hun roars with cannons and calls. With nosadness, only charmsThey burn bridges to build walls.  As theGeneral slurps the red wine of youth.The Hun’s flames further forward. With simply sweetness for him to sleuth,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarcusWalker/1005720/