http://slow.writerscafe.org/lisaintime The original writings of author Lisa Ring en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002081 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dream oftiger lilies and butterfliesthe adoration in your eyesexotic countries, spicy scents flowered vines that grow along the fencean English garden of neat rowsbeach-sand sifting between my toestea roses brought to my front doorfood, houses, and hope, for all the poorpeace of quiet and joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1021569/      We left Connecticut in the middle of an ice storm.  What few possessions we still owned were thrown in the back of an old truck my father had once used for his scrap metal "business".  Since my father, mother, dog, and I had to share the front and only seat of the truck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1018988/ Utter blackness will rise  slowly shifting into shapefrom the tears I weptthe gashes in my backthe pain and loneliness the emptinessyou forced into me.This dark beastconceived of my painand your nightmaressuckled by hatredwill emerge and drag you to the hellof your own creat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1015900/ I long for love.The look in his eyesof desireadorationawe.The feel of his armswrapped protectedwarm.The passionof meltingwhen he is insideand his breathbecomes my own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1015892/ A dark moment... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1015541/      He looked right through me.  I had been carefully prying the bitter pulp from the pomegranate I plucked from the small tree in front of our apartment. When I turned and saw him limping toward me, I smiled. "Hi, Daddy!" I said as I stood, then walked toward him.  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1015060/ A memoir of a woman who is more than her experiences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisaintime/1015029/