http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ernst The original writings of author Peter Green en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018858 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Prairie MourningbyPeter Green Every evening as the goldensun settled in his western sky, kissing the day goodbye, the old man strode upthe wooden ramp, atop the rundown platform, where the train from the citystopped every day at 7:02 pm, day upon week, week upon month, month upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/945734/ return the lovebypeter green  Talise...i have sent the faerie... back to you leaning in her leaf boatas you lean in to mefloating innocently in her lagoonas you float in the cosmos are you one in the same?you and the faerie?cherished and supported .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/702083/ Night is Falling Night is fallingDarkness settles inSnow plastered hillsFrozen lakesShout at me Ray LaMontagne whispers his storyOn the radioDouble solid yellow linesA Guide like a shiny spinnerTied on a line - hypnotizing  Home falls farther and farther aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/695262/   twenty three birthdaysbypeter green-please- one soft word whisperedthrough the blue smokefrom the corner of dark spacepreviously unheard-i am in a placei do not understandi do not recognizei am a prisoner-lampshade difusing particles of lightperfectl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/673571/   if i could work the cellobypeter greenif I could work the celloi'd string a melodynotes crisp and clear and trueringing amidst sparkling starsigniting an icy evening skyas if Northern Lights shimmeringoff a distant horizonmetallic blueif I could wield an artist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/657606/ Prairie Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/592420/  Good-byebyPeter GreenHow do I say 'good-bye' when I've never said 'hello'?I am pulled from my reality to a fantasy Back and forth at the speed of light, To and froI see her shape, I hear her voice, I feel her touchAs she fixes my mind limbers my body soothes my soulWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/589066/ Just a silly bit of prosetry.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/575355/   wrapped upbypeter greeni am wrapped up in her lifelike vines around an oak treemy life weaves in and outwithout her I would coil to the groundi am wrapped up in her lifemy life was left behindoccasionally i see it in the rear view mirrorhot and dry and dustyi am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/569747/   Summer Solstice...Revisitedby Peter GreenDavid stood on the edge of the massive stone sculptures. He marvelled at their existence. He wasn't alone. Mankind had been trying for centuries to apply sense, reason, and method, behind the meticulously placed boulders, thousands of years.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/546770/  Franky's GonebyPeter GreenFranky's GoneLeft on MondayTook his shadow with himDidn't say goodbyeMight be riding The rails Fleeing from his lifeSteel wheels click-clackingA stow away in the boxcarHuddled in the cornerAhh Sweet smell of wet hayDay old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/545982/ Old Friendsby Peter GreenThey can rip out your soul Old FriendsWhen they dieThere's never any warningNo warm upNo heads upHey...I'm dying here...just so ya know...You get the callSo...did ya hear?It was the big 'C'orIt was a heart attackorA big red truck Out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/524012/   sweet surrenderby peter greennumbing spring waterstorrents of winter runoffangry.threaten unstable muddy banks.lean birch and evergreensbite into the slippery slope.struggling wirey rootsgripin search of stable bedrock.nest of straw string and twigsbalances i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/523611/   stonedby peter greeni worked with stone todaycarved from the earths coremillions of years youngwhat it has seen i cannot imaginelocked within its gravel bedstucklodgedprotectedi pulled the stone from its hiding placei studied each piececarressedlike a work of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/518666/   I Saw the Dalai Lama Todayby peter greenI saw the Dalai Lama todayHe was at the YMCAI saw him in the hallwayComing out of the Mens WashroomIt’s the door with the picture of the manThe other door has the picture of the womanSomehow we know thisBut I digressWe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ernst/518265/