http://slow.writerscafe.org/barworder The original writings of author D.G. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776166747 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  And her breasts were bigger than……One The wind is blowing, winter wind, never is all too cold these here South Cali lands. The midnight leaves flicker clouds passing quite quickly by overhead. Cloud illuminated on reflected city lights. An occasional single drop of som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/457989/ a book within a book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/456331/   CITY  One  Some stranger sits few tables down in the patio Los Angeles Cali, cigarette smoke haze drifting up the patio is where they do it. I there havin' a smoke finishing cupped beer.Stranger rather lacking in definable description, well, sitting there at the patio .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/384279/ as experimental as it gets. written entirely by hand in bars and alleys and park benches... transposed on a desk top at an Apple computer store... no one said art would be easy or fun... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/384270/ it's a sci-fi sort of deal. read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/384264/ a story within a story within a story... and back out again. take this with a shot of bourbon and a cigarette. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/384263/ from the anthology 'phuquer'. an interesting story of night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381702/ another strange tale published in 'last call' and in various e-zines. one of the true hard-core erotic fantasy stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381700/ self published in the anthology by the same name. one street is the place you just don't want to spend too much time if you can help it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381699/ originally published in 'red neck bar' an anthology that sold pretty well at the boardwalk and got me in with a lot of bartered bourbon a lot of beer and sometimes even a place to sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381698/ nothing quite like being hungover at a funeral. just one more reason why my brother no longer talks to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381697/ originally published in another hand-made called 'last call' and several times in e-zines. perverse tale of religion how it perhaps SHOULD be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381693/ this story originally published (like many others) in a hand made anthology called 'book of dreams' sold at the venice boardwalk with the rest of the carnies or bartered for beer and smokes and some favors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381690/ bizarre and perverse fantasy. somewhat of a framework novel in that it incorporates many short stories held in hand made anthologies once bartered for beer and smokes (and may yet be again) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381681/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381668/ a beat poet bartender categorizes this as dark pornographic experimental pseudo sci-fi. well, i don't know anything about all that but you feel free to see for yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381375/ shut down common mechanics of popular writing. open the window and piss through it. scream from the balcony in terror and absolute joy of creation. don't give a good damn. fantasy mixes on reality from the depths of... something... somewhere... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barworder/381360/