http://slow.writerscafe.org/Emi_ly The original writings of author Emily Filkins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (two versions of my occurring dream)Colors like a covenants garden,my escape has varied over time,forever paradise will mention;it's ways of never ending spring,meets white-on-dead branches,to describe its contrasting beauty,forever paradise will not waityou may see it once, if not twiceor join it a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/1326372/ The dog would lay by the open windowthe white shadows danced on the wallsthe afternoons were made lazy,and the memories of youth were never hazy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/1170017/ It was one of those days where voices would be melted into the summer wind, and the sky had a unique color of wine & blueberry, colors so soft and beautiful, it looked like God had made them himself - only for this special summer evening. The kind of evening that rests in your memory and collec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/1006631/                 WalterJades was a retired man. After working as the pharmacist for a small town inRhode Island for 25 years, he put in a two week notice, took his life savingsand his wife, and bought a small house near the beach and settled down for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/1005393/ The sky is bluemixed with wineberry's growwarped in twineThe city is smallit sleeps all daybut when the clouds clearthe sun gives wayto shine on beachescovered in sandthe people thriveon the claw of demandThey call it paradisebecause its clearparadiseits in my earparadiseno one ever leaves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/983242/ Prologue Erika stepped out of the old car and onto the grass. The air was light, summer rain would be coming soon. She kicked off her sandals before sitting next to Connor on his wooden porch. The dried wood and loose nails scratched her feet. He sat there hunched over, beat down and scare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/705861/ the man with the eyeswalkingstill hand and sign at his sidesince theres nothing elsethumbs up'God bless youanything helps..' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/667398/ spreading existenceall over my eyesbecause i look upfrom leaves reignhiding in grasspoking my palms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emi_ly/652429/