http://slow.writerscafe.org/tlgreen The original writings of author Travis Green en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042794 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Matthew’s last RunI walk into this room, lostrhythm, upturned,tears rolling down my dry face,Everything is gone �" play trucks,lumpy balls,toy soldiers,  game consoles, a scooter that used to sit beside his bed, decoratedwith cerulean colors a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlgreen/1089171/ I stand at the edge of the seaI stand at the edge of the sea,heart climbing, serenewet and dawn, the water’s edgeprogresses and withdraws along the sea,motionless sky above my head, eaglescircling the clouds, sea gulls embracing the breeze, gliding in the air,while .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlgreen/1089166/ The BulldogThe bulldog across the street stares at me everyevening,like a mountain that watches the waves whirl in thesummer,his eyes of exploding volcanoes, his fur the color of the sky when night falls in,his body, an image of a moving truck,growls at my opaque car,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlgreen/1089159/