http://slow.writerscafe.org/ForestTGreen The original writings of author Forest Green en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  EightSeconds...karma... Firstmeetings stir up memories; occasionally that's true. Inclined toward shyness,severely sometimes, Mabel was nevertheless aware of the appeal of a fit,angular body sitting near her on a bench seat, and she was thankful to haveAngeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/994694/ Image by Jaxonbilt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/994144/  Hotrod Iranged my legs to make her stable, with shivering horsepower beneath blue jeansand a western buckle, I listened to her purr and rumble, waiting for that signalto take her home.Touchingthe velvet of her grips like hips spread wide for the taking, as the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/993298/ Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:TheBloodstone Ring ‘Findthe oak tree that in the rain shows green eyes…’Thisnotice I found within the ageworn, leatherbound volume, arbitrarily arranged,pressed between yellowed pages 113 and 114, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/993196/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:EpilogueII of IV ...on this return voyage.. Mymode of transport on this return voyage was a steam-driven autocar that was steepedin dull black paint, sported thin hard-rubber tires that encircled woodenspokes, the combination of wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/992157/  Relative WrathAuburn Sunsets  'Get back home, where my childhood dreams and wishes still outnumber myregrets;Go back to the placewhere I can figure out the odds,Have a fighting chanceto lose the bluesAnd win my share of thebets.' &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/991692/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:EpilogueI of III Yearshaving flown by, my hair now sprinkled with gray, I find a note slipped beneathone heavy oak door, partially blinded by the shadow of my foot. I can read itbefore I bend to retrieve it: 'Send her to Servin's' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/991183/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:Janine... Betweensuch natures all things work toward the extreme. Impending feelings, emotionsof the highest energy, minus the synergy that assures some measure of reassurance.Life in Seaside was filled with them, autumn leaves diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/991038/  Eva...jealously guarding their joined warmth... Nothingdetracting, blemishes unapparent on her skin; would the panties she wore revealthe little divide, as little more than a wrinkle between. They did, she wore them thatway for the session, and the question falli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/990452/  Evain the midnight light... Herlooks, her gestures, led more than words. It was the difference between her andher. Between Eva and any other one. Portraits and positions; alternatives of communiqué.Aquarter of the way in, her breath against my neck would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/989950/   Mountaintops Wonderif she likes to hear of love,asher lips surroundWonderif she fits like a silkened gloveagainstthe groundWonderdoes she know that zenith covehigh,high without a soundWonderdoes her depth feel the deeper shoveas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/988506/  EightSeconds to Mabelline Bobbywas disinclined to dredge up the past, even in his own mind. He was of a cowboysort, as was often mentioned; even without his hat and chaps and boots he was of the cowboy sort.He kept a trim waist in large measure so his chaps would f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/987572/  You Handlingof a different sort,                   in one moment's elongationasimagination's augmentations          &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/986719/  EightSeconds  Morbidmunched the grass which was thick and juicy and green. He bobbed his heavy headup, snorted with habitual anxiety, whence seeing nothing to merit concern, he shookhis entire being as if to rearrange his hide. The sole visible effect of thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/984368/  TenMinutes to Midnight  “Sunrisesaren’t so pleasing,” Myrtle said to her husband on this Thursday morning, thesky an illuminant orange-gray. “To me they’re much too quick.” The twoof them were seated on thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/983892/  DeathWish ‘Comenow, we need a little sweetness to balance against the bitterness of life, ofcourse we do, of course we do.’ Mabelobserved the divergence of youth, demonstrated by two small individuals sittingacross from her. Angeline&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/983626/  TheArgument  ‘Arerelationships ever really supposed to work?’ Mabel formed the question, not anew one to her yet one that was new unto her; for she’d not lived it, thisquestion, before. She’d never felt it before, burning a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/983449/   Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'Nothingso appealing...' "Thisis, I believe, my favorite article," Eva said, referencing an emblematicstatue of glimmering gold, encased within a multi-colored display. Below thefigure of a young, innocent-looking bovine ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/983416/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'Eva,is this the mind of you...?' "Acoup d'etat you've had, so apropos," Eva engendered, as her hand guided meout just as it had brought me in: softly. With her thighs by candlelight,widespread, matching the golden reflection of he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/983197/  BarbaryCoastEva...gildedreverie. Hergown was diaphanous gold, richly inlaid with delicate, diminutive pearls; hersmile one brief motion that bemused wantonly my mannish configuration."Are you the man in my shadows?" she said, with a surge of desire."Are you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/982383/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'Untoa Lover' Withinthe subtleness of an interior designed for a particular ambiance, that offlirtation with certain predetermined limits, Eva could be seen as a movementof transcendence. She was not limited by predilection, someho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/981689/  'et tu''within this course of a woman' When you’re within site of a rapid alteration such as the downwardcourse in crashing waves of a mighty river, it has an effect on you, anemotional swirl, one that if you are like me you find difficult to explain.But, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/979935/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...you'reall in life that matters to me...' "I'mbeginning to believe there exists an extraordinary passion, white-hot, I feel itfor you William, for us, in a quiet surge," murmured Katharine, moving herhips in a deep surge as she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/979826/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...withall my want supplanted...' Icelacquered streets, mirroring globular lamplight, weak but somehow satisfyingwhile the damp chill beset conversation. Star shivered noticeably. "Let'sgo back inside and..."Icould not hear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/979029/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:...life'ssmall, little mistakes... Handsdug inside my jacket pockets, searching for warmth, as my mind circled itselfin a subliminal labyrinth, while pretend snowflakes by way of icy specklesadrift in the air touched my fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/978120/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...in the dead of night I see her....'  “Opinions,I regret to say, strike me as merely an arbitrary succession of more or lessirritating sounds,” Goldilocks drolled, his cigar scarcely leaving his lips... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/976489/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:‘…lyinglifeless on the sand.’ Withinthe mauve distance dark figures moved in a desultory, huddled fashion, thoughthe sun was still bright in the sky: I walked Katharine to the corner where asit turned out our tax.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/975917/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:"It'stime you knew." "Whatwould a young versificator like yourself say about this view we have before us?"Goldilocks, more specifically George McBride, a name that I must say did notfit him in the least, asked me, as I brushed snow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/974885/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:GoldilocksAddressnumbers dwindled to single digits as we neared 'Gold Things', which as areminder was the proprietorship of Goldilocks. Ultimately, the number for his est. proved to be eight, with no zeroes, on South Birch Street. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/974397/  Imageof Beauty Pursuantto love, she sat upon the horizon, against the melding sunset, illumed bypurple and gold..where the lunar metering began, with light so faint onecouldn't see, her liveliness of expression, her expectancy as globular, drippinga kiss to keep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/974050/   Shattered  Sheopened,                                     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/973433/   Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...Iwould like to live inside an...' "Tellme how it is Katharine, that first nudge you feel...is it..?" my questionmet the wintry air and seemed to want to rush back into my mouth. Yet it wasnot received so; Katharine left i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/972486/  Moonlit dreams Anexuberant statistician might have known the precise temperature in the logframed structure, or the weight of snow atop the roof or the chandelier'slikelihood of falling Darkgloves leaving traces across the tallest drift as if beseeching it to stop .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/971611/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'....oursecret ecstasy...'  Bundledaway; hearts escaping through looks, glances, motions; her head warmed by myhands; her hair following liquid rivulets created by my fingers; cascading inthe brightness of sunlight sheddin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/970437/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...touched by the steaming, falling, drizzle of morning.'Whenmuted lips are touched by fingertips within a dream of transcendence, howstartling the arousal can be. Chilled by the newness of wetness, a lick of thefingertip, a sensation as piercin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/969745/  Elusive Morningtime Sleep,trollingthe dark waters,treadingalong ashady,tremulous trail;Inbreaking dawn a vista,ofreddish sand encumberedbythe form of the shapeless, emotive one,decoratedby young fir cones around,whilethrough the air woun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/967448/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:...liquifiedlips... "Ilove her," Katharine murmured, her back turned toward me. "You stayover there now, hear?""You'vecheated already," I complained. "And what do you mean by that?""No,I don't cheat," Katharine said, with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/967104/  One-wingedRomance Aone-winged romance,Flyingin concentric circlesCapturingthe bird of pleasureShouldbe so easy Yettogether with an end of dayEmpurpledskyWesee the palm trees swayWithinan evening sighAndall there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/967021/   Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...youhold all the beauty of a tender sky...' "You'retrembling," Katharine said quietly, as she moved us further down thewhite-clothed bar. A silver bowl filled with ice-chilled caviar reflected thewavering light of the wall lan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/966599/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'...it seemsyou're in need of a p***y willow tree...' "She'snot a girl to say anything; she's not a girl to do anything. What she is, ispassively in love with me," Moriarty had a mobile Adam's apple; it bobbedup and down when he swallo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/966130/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:…ataste of hors d'oeuvres and cranberry wine… Releasingme with the slightest sound, kiss-like, Eva stood and pressed her lips to minein a blend of flavors; for the first time I felt her hair in a press of airy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/964175/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'Letme be your cicerone...' "I'llintroduce you as a Seaside savant, though you scarcely need introduction.Moriarty has heard of you from his own sources.""Isaw, heard glimpses of him in the thick of the party," I revealed,thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/963733/ Epilogue begins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/963040/  Sometimes Sometimes,hereyes sheltered,shadowed,escortedby strands,byshocksofcandlelit hair,pulsating motion,and eyelidsfallingoverliquid blue,driving,closinginsetinside,awidening hue,intolip-pressedmoans,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/962388/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:'Reality,young man, is not all it's cracked up to be...' "DetectiveStein, it's me," I assured the man; he looked at me, not wild-eyed ordetermined, almost passively. 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And here on your lip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/957934/   Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:Rendering... "Toseize upon your length of rising rigidity, is that not a private, embracingform of art?" Katharine asked the question prior to my obtaining acoherent thought. I had meant to complain; to self-loathe; to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/956170/  Mysteryof the Barbary Coast:Belleof the ball...'Faitaccompli,' I thought, whispering the words to myself, feeling a signatory tolove's indifference. Emptiness awaiting refilling; thoughts at a standstill. Isat again upon the firm cushion, breathing in the remn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ForestTGreen/953529/