http://slow.writerscafe.org/whoru12c The original writings of author Jay Ligda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033886 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a cute little short story that I thought of on Christmas morning, 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/845660/ The alarm clock goes off at 5 AM.  “Crap, what am I doing?” I question myself.  The bed is warm.  Just pulling the covers off a bit I can feel the colder air hit my skin and I pull them, and the warmth, back over my head and hit the snooze one more time. The tempe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/643147/ It's been a while since I had a poem come to me. This one came while walking to work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/605544/  A risk takenLike so many times beforeYet always a bit differentAnd a little more exposed My love is not selflessWhat I offer I yearn for meBut it is through this avenueThat I will not receive Yet this heart is not brokenSorrow replaced with ecstasyWhat new l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/409886/  Half serving of everything With respect for each tasteEaten twice as slowNothing goes to waist Food is GodWith attention each biteI take in his goodnessAnd reverence will ignite Twenty minutes to passBefore refilling my plateI will just say “no”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/346902/ Life offers no shortage of lessons to learn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/346075/ This is a response. to Kat-Marie's poem, "i would've." Even though I do not know her or the details behind her poem I thought it needed an answer and this is what it brought up in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/329728/ OK, I wrote this real quick as I was about to sign off tonight. I started to wonder what I'm doing here. How did I get mixed up with this bunch! LOL! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/329723/ There is nothing like a pretty faceTo make the world fade away Sometimes they shy awayOr they turn around and run But sometimes they gaze right backAs they draw ever so near Eyes absorb each pleasant featureAs the words she speaks fill my ear A voice so sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/329718/  Entangled with a woman A welcomed fact of lifeNot a choice of his own He trembles inside A princess of her own makingOr through a bloodlineEvery gift he will give herUntil he's run dry A greater fortune awaitsThe storybooks have impliedIn this faded treasure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/329717/ Love is a state of balanceAs content as a catSitting basking in the sunDetached from outer influenceUntil something will interrupt A pang of hungerAn unexpected noiseTrigger a rush of feelingDisrupting equilibrium These limits of the bodySpring it into actionTo se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/308355/ Conceived before my 42nd birthday retreat. It was started during the retreat and finished in the weeks after. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/304354/ This was my Senior Project for my Industrial Technology degree. It was originally written in 1991 as an expansion on my original essay written in 1989. See A Bull in the China Shop (One). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/303773/ First written in 1989 while working on my B.S. in Industrial Technology. The class was an elective, Native American Studies: Comparative Values. The assignment was "a well publishable article." an article we are so proud of we want to share it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/303767/ Perhaps is was just an arrowFrom that sneaky Cupid's bowThat draws man and womanBeyond their controlIt becomes a sacred dutyTogether woman and manTo learn to love one anotherAnd help each other grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302831/ Everything that I have doneI now regretThough it seemed OK at the timeEverything that I have doneI now regretBecause you are not at my side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302829/ In pursuit of the truthOften we may misunderstandPersevereThe universe will unfold as it shouldRazing illusionDisclosing what is beneath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302826/ Do you do it on purpose?When you fuse and dwellGelling through my mind What is it your smileYou sweet soft voiceOr shining eyes It only takes a momentOne quick glimpseAnd you'll follow me homeIn the recesses of my mind What will it be this timeA few days or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302824/ Not one of my best, but worth sharing anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302822/ The cruise control was set at 80.  This is works well for most of Highway 5.  On occasions I have to slow down on the two lane highway if a car passing another is not going my speed.  Otherwise the slower cars are courteous enough to stay to the right to allow me to pass.  Most o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302818/ This is a silly little story that I wrote a long time ago. I thought I'd add it here to my collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/302808/ At forst it looks like a line from Dr. Suez, but if you look at it long enough it might start playing tricks with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/298149/ Did I ever tell you about the first time I swam?  I had to swim because it was a part of a triathlon, SWIM, bike, run.  And, I had to do a triathlon so I had something to motivate me to keep in shape.  So I had to swim, right?  I didn't know where to go to swim or what to do to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297740/ This is a story about the IRS ... or a fantasy about how the IRS could be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297733/ I put you on a pedestalWith your beautiful facePerfect figure and silky hairI put you on a pedestalAnd then despise you for being there Why not come down to my levelPerfection is just my projectionThere is more of you to shareMeet me direct woman to manOr, it is me that is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297328/ I abhor the way I feelOr is it the way I think?The interplay between thought and feelingCasting a shadow on awareness I stand on the lip of the overhangWhere I had stood so many times beforeI look out to where I had steppedOnto a bridge that just disappears Here I am ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297319/ This was written about a woman that has and always has had a certain affect on me. I wrote this poem many years ago as a way to express that affect. I gave it to her as anonymous. She guessed it was from me. It was originally title "What I've Com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297077/ My Soul sits absorbedDeep within my beingIt brings motivation and meaningTo what becomes seen Everything I am or doMaterializes from that placeYet my soul remains unseenIn its internal space The beautyThe perfectionContained inside The purityThe grace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297066/ This was written in early 2007 when a simple smile triggered off a chain of unfortunate events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoru12c/297058/