http://slow.writerscafe.org/TIMagination The original writings of author Raven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006290 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man remembers the fire from his youth. Unfortunately, the site refuses to separate paragraphs so I had to insert the ~ symbols. My apologies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TIMagination/3121899/ Stress coiled around her eyes.When hope dissolvedbeyond light-years,she slid open her dresser drawer.Beneath sprawling pharmacy scriptsand towers of credit card bills,the black metal trigger pulsedraven-dark, alive.With a velocity that could split stars,and energy enoughto fracture.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TIMagination/2843788/ In my attic, in a dust-Leadon trunk,I found an old red jacket.It bore wrinkles and smelled of mothballs.In one pocket, I found an old smile.But in the burdensome years since I last wore it  I found it no longer fit.In the other pocket, I found joy.But it too felt out of pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TIMagination/2774812/ From my boyhood years, I still recalljoyously running through the old back door.But my joyous shouts shout no more...As my sister sleeps on a graveyard floor. In this old home, where once we lived,the weeds have overgrown.The swing set's now a rusted thing;the see-saw sits alone. Our youth now see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TIMagination/1839437/ A million times I've shed my tearsThough still her touch I miss.Without her death, we could have livedUnbridled in our bliss.  Our future lives were seized by grief,I'm hostage now to pain.That jocund voice no longer sings,My pleas, I cry in vain.  My fingers arch with shaky hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TIMagination/1273402/