http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lisa%20D.%20Keele The original writings of author kersee9 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048238 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 free write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/998811/ i attempt to assault the senses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/997961/ I've been sitting here for twenty years watching them. They never grow up. Every year the same faces miss a front tooth and smile. They sit in their desks and I pass out their assignments for the day. Then I step back and watch their glee as they attack the paper with the glue and the glitte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993394/ me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993390/ the cycles exist,i raise my handsthe pouring rain revelsat the mud between my childhood toesthere is joy,i raise my handserratic, soft, difficult confusionas this child becomes a womansometimes violent days are had,i raise my handsi am flawed but keen perception,wandering alongside the road--forever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993388/ "a paper thin beauty rises above... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993353/ a bit of work this needs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993347/ i'm like a little engine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993332/ i love cellos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993330/ A piece of flash fiction that goes with Her Last Kill. They are both parts of a noir book I am writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/993315/ freewriting for a contest--yes i think in punctuation too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/992798/ She was always in a hurry to get ready for bed. Brushing her teeth furiously for the full minute Mommy prescribed; which never failed to irritate my sister but she did it anyway. Then she would hop into bed a full hour before I did; every night with a different book in her hand. While I watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/991773/ i string        a thousand cockles        in a ringa necklace tender and leaping            at the loss of them     a sea is weeping http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/991755/ my contribution to the world is.the d****e in the dollar store bagdown the hall ismy reward.there is no room for my integrity,my vision, my love,my statement!only age and the knowledgeof listless, prideful years spent.heart broken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/991752/ Noir. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lisa-D.-Keele/690889/