http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jaffa_Forbes The original writings of author Jaffa Forbes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rest here in Turner's wave,All bleary eyed the radio plays,My hands fixed to the wheel asThe sun spreads out and yawnsAcross the Come and Go Town.Streets lined with former gloryAnd beggars preaching sadness.The Come and Go Town is where I live, On the outskirts of a city,I met a Come and Go Girl, An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/529184/ haven't posted in a while... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/512697/ You gave it away with a look,That precious simple look like white linen that's all yours;It's telling me everything:You're telling me I'm fine,But no vision, no secret starviewed in the velvet night,spied from your house of hearts.Dare say your wide eyed,Dripping tepid smiles At the thought of lyric.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/499175/ You got Damage, spilling out from every cut,pulsating every darker hueand colour from every bruise.And under streetlights in some forgotten town,on the outskirts of a statistical neighbourhood,they came and beat the flesh from your skin.Every lark fled like some poor magic trick in a rotten show(Cos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/493865/ Before you I'm opened up,Opened out, laid bare aslights dim, the filmrolls, pictures move infaltering fragments throughmoment to moment, eachscene a tortured soul.You've unleased the animalthat was tamed in the day,scared of the sun, when it tried to behave. Before you I'm li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/486805/ in amongst this Chaos you were born http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/477565/ The Boy is Back again,standing cold naked, looking at himself in the odd glass.It's not him, not the body he knows,He wants to go home,Back to his Father's house,Bruised, battered, broken,cornered right into this room,by jackals and hounds those stark cool friendswho forced h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/476470/ Call me a thief,And I would accept,That you'd knowI'd broken intoyour skin. I wish you knewHow much I want tobreak in!To know Everything!To feel immersed,embraced, faceforward and running, searching,feeling you breathe;I want to break in!Find the deepest,darkest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/458415/ Odd piece. Almost like a nightmare. Harking back to the years of social unrest in Italy, and to the fears we all have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/455602/ the mountain of Snowdon in Wales, and a mountain of fear, the former I have conquered, the latter I am conquering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/451665/ a break from tradition (or perhaps a return to one...), hope you enjoy it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/445495/ Stop. Click. 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Perhaps it did not know, as I did not know either, what would oc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaffa_Forbes/412256/ Dear Beautiful Girl,You who was seen but seconds,caught glimpses and glances that do little to fulfil theaching and deepening hole,the size of an oceanthat gets deeper still. 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