http://slow.writerscafe.org/LPGreeneAuthor The original writings of author L.P.Greene en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026427 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem on losing something before you get the chance to love it properly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1880041/ A poem about an autumn walk while dealing with grief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1880032/ They tell me ghoststread these paths,taking lonely journeyscross moor.They say that they’relooking,searching for soldiers,lovers, fathersstolen long ago.They say that they’rerestless,that they’ve unfinishedbusiness.I don’t know if I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1819727/ An old poem, For an old Friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1819717/ A work of observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1819713/ A piece of flashfiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1819711/ A light came on. The landing light to be more specific and Icould hear my parents getting up. Someone was knocking on our front door. And,by knocking, I mean in the process of trying to bang through it or wake thedead. The banging stopped. I could hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1517624/ “Do you wish you could change the past?”She looked as if she might keep her silence until she raised her head a littlemore so our eyes met.“No” A break through.“Why not?” I didn’t want to push her. If Ipushed she would retreat.“Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1516918/ Edward Street, once beautiful and grand.A place, where grandeur is now lost and forgottenBy those who hurry along cracked, black pavement.It is a lost era of architecture and peace.Edward street, where men roam andOff-licences are all that open anymore.A haven for none bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1448509/ I am the Shade,I am the night,I am the darkness,Burning bright. I walk alone,A crowd of souls,My feet are bare,On burning coals. The trials endured,The well-earned pain,My soul is weary,This is no game. I am the Shade,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1430811/ Tucked away, behind the trees,Is a house made of climbing leaves.Knots and vines all woven as one,No seams to show where each began. Together they twist, turn, twine,Creating a relic of a long past time.Each detail stands as clear as day,A perfect show in eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1429989/ My lady of stairs and starlight,Is surely a sight to behold,She floats along in a wonder,Her image sure and bold. Her laughter takes the wind,Her hair becomes the sky,Her smile becomes the stars,Lighting my long dark nights. My woman of walk and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPGreeneAuthor/1429493/