http://slow.writerscafe.org/Munemayden The original writings of author Kelly Scheppers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775939471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 tomatowith basil   mysoul is wintering,seekingrefugefromunhurried daysin theturning of pagesof aHemingway novel,findingsolitude and calmin theslow revolutionsof aspoonfrequentlystirredin acup oftomato with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/3125377/ foreheadkisses   foreheadkisses havevastly becomea lostart like ahandfirmlyplacedto thesmallof awoman’s back like thesyllablesofyour namelyingin waituponmy tongue. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/3094508/ anunfinished sky  stoic branchesvoyeuristicallyembellishan unfinishedsky,illustratingastill life impressionof wordlesspoetry,voidof allegory andrhyme.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2964160/ VanGogh   all Iknowof VanGoghisartistically definedbyolive groves and wheat fieldsandthe ebullience of iconic sunflowers. the psychoticepisodesand delusionsthatfingered the trigger of a gunmay stillfuel the idi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2962213/ ...a bow to Leonard Cohen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2960609/ ...sensually explicit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2960049/ ...a little jazz for the soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2958385/ Vintage Chevrolet   mymom’s keystoher ’57 Chevyadornmy keychain. itwas a memoryworthkeepinglikeballet shoesandhigh school yearbooks,somethingtangiblethattraversed through the yearslongafter sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2957416/ OhCaptain My Captain   let’stell the worldwe’vegone fishingandset our sails towardtheend of the sky. with utterabandonmyheart is vicariously beatinginhaste with yoursas aSauvignon, pours. o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2955166/ Songof the Fisherman   lobsterboats head outatsunrise in BarHarbor seagulls, in adept formationgatherwind songs in acappella  asrippling waters rush againstthe fiberglasshull and thefisherman hums.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2953537/ likejohn imagined   i dareto dreamthere’scoffee in heaven, witha buffet line longer thananyroad i have traveled down,wherea beacon of light shines brighter thanflecksof sunlight upon a vast ocean…idare to believe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2952728/ ...a tribute to Camp Mystic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2952002/ TheBane of Bukowski  He maywell have been controversialbuti found some of his quotes someof the best i’ve readinAmerican culture there’sone about his “beer drunk soul”beingsadder than allthe dead Christmas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2951427/ Surfer Girl…a birthday tribute to Brian Wilson   thebeach was the place to goandwhat girl wasn’t playing 45’s listeningto “Surfer Girl”dreamingof California onsuch a winter’s day thankyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2949331/ that girl   i’mthat girl witheyes of a different huewholoves the rain and poetry andcoffee with creamtwosugars.i’mthat girl whosefavorite Beatle was johnwhofell in love with Wuthering Heightsandwatched it a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2948525/ Eulogy for My Brother   aweek since pastashands were clasped welaid you to rest that summer day-inrecitation of a prayeraceremonial bugle played.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2948427/ The Marsh  Migrating birds of egrets, glossy ibis and blue herondescend from a pallid  sky,foraging wet fields and hollow reeds of the marsh.As the tranquility of morning unfoldslike a ballet upon water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2945759/ Paper  Airplanes   crumpledballs of paperbeginto accumulateinmy waste basket dayafter daytheybecome nothing morethanunfinished attemptsatwriting poetry andwhat could have beenpaperairplanes.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2941933/ The Tenebrous of Evening  thewillow weepswithbranches low,apendulumsweepingthetenebrous of evening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2939224/ My Soul It Speaks mysoul it speaksnotwith words upon my lipsbutwith  sunlight peering throughumbrellatrees inquietude it speaks ofa slumbering skyimminentof  snow,ofpea soup dawns andmorning walksofresting  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2935404/ Alice in Wonderland    asa childidon’t recall the golden book everread to me of“Alice in Wonderland” atea partyofcharacter allusions,awhite rabbittheHatter,whateverwould there bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2933346/ The Topic of Cancer     Itrained the day we buried you.I acclimated myself to the painthrough the mindless fog offamily and well-wishersandthe overt sound of a furnaceclickingon then off, as conversations were hushed by the topic of cancer. Iwanted you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2931925/ Valentine  you are the dancemy heart skips a beat to… the dance my heart… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2931415/ Null and Void   thegravityofyour wordsweighupon melikesnowonredwood trees. youstifle myresolvewithsilence…adroning humthatextinguishesthebreath of me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2930654/ The Dance     we’llleave the chill of winteronthe grounddrinkfrom fluted glasses theremains of a Sauvignon we’llcount the starswesee within eachother’s eyesthenmap the constellationsofOrion and Cassiopeiaina northern sky andthe mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2928067/ A Soliloquy to Nature    December draws to a close.Long shadows of evening stretch across the frozen ground.  The crow and blackbird perch  lofty heights of stoic trees,their piercing caws ubiquitously heard &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2925611/ An Ode to Rain   arainy daygoodfor a pot of chiliforoversized sweatersandjeans stressed outatthe knees agood dayforslouchy socksandturner classic movies,thefilm noirs in black and whiteofBogart andOrson Welles, thefemme fatalesofStanwyckandHayworth,Bacall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2923688/ Umbrellaof Crimson Red  laywith meinthis cusp of autumnbeneathan umbrella of crimson redoh,how the trees are lovelythistime of year,vermilionleaves pirouetting downina whirlwind dancescrapbookingpagesfor poetsandsag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2912809/ A Jubilation of Quietude   satedin this humble abodewitnessto rivulets of rainminuscule orbs, fallingplummetingtrickling downward intotranslucent poolsfroma windows chill,arrestingmy gaze  my ardent starewit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2910122/ A Novice to Art   iwas a novice to arthewas an amateur at beststrokingmy scars and imperfectionswiththe highbrowed demeanorofa scholar. ourconversation was sparseindulgingin the contrast of shadow and light,ashe gath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2906496/ The Unspoken Sadnessphotography by / MecuroB. Cotto  CouldByron orShakespeareparaphrasethe luciditythethundering palpitations of my heart,theunspoken sadnessofopportunities lostinwait.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2903639/ ...a prelude to winter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2896787/ Dead End Street  you’dthink by nowiwould’ve learnedthatevery attempt toforget youhasbecome adead end street. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2895455/ Poetry by Dead Men  myfeet were crossed withinhis lap ashe read to mepoetryby dead men ilistened with earnest intentasthe atmosphere around me slippedintooblivionasthe spine of bookscrackled upon openingtopag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2881467/ 2008 - 2023  I have felt no greater painthan the moment when your heart stopped beatingand mine carried on…                         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2868598/ God’s House  somethings from the pastlivein memory forever,likeclassic Chevroletsandold churches. icame upon an old churchwhileliving in Californiaitswindows were boarded upfissurescould be seen in the walls andit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2866152/ MyCouch of Self Indulgencephotography by / Eddie O’Bryan  arotisserie of thoughts concuron my couch of self-indulgence,wherea Pinot Noirandthe unbridled orchestration ofa Berlioz symphonybegetthe thought of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2864442/ A Vestige of My Youth  Itwas winter theyear my unemployment checkswererunning out.Iwas barely getting by paying rentexistingon cold pizza and ramen noodles,witha diamond deck of solitaire tokill the monotony of time. Itwas th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2856891/ The Dark Abyss  Explorersat heartSankinto the dark abyssSt.John’s Newfoundland.   -Tohonor those lost on the Titanic Expedition -  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2854704/ Wind Songs in Acappella  anotherJune precipitates daysofsun bleached hair weekendsof cocoa buttered skinandvolley ball beaches withPicasso sunsetsandmargarita evenings asseagulls in adept formationgatherwind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2853178/ After I’m Gonephotography by / MecuroB. Cotto what’sto become of themafter i’m gone,thiscache  of poetrywithpages formatted and leather bound thatare the very breath of methebreadth of who i am. forall that i aminthe realm of this existence lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2850088/ The Ambrosia of Charmspainting by / Felix Mas  come to mein silencewithout word or warning,lie within the lilywhite of armsthe ambrosia of charms, till i am starved of sleepand full of you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2848535/ Breakdownphotography by / Stefan Beutler  Every morningcold cereal andorange juice                              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2847984/ The Exhilaration of Imaginationphotographyby / Stefan Beutler  strippedof inhibitionsi assiduously partakeof the unchaste provocation,in putting my  imaginationto bed.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2847151/ Drunkin lovephotography by / GabrieleRigon  withmartini in handhestood poised,wearinga come hither glancelikea well-worn suit. dallyingmy Jimmy Choo heelfroma pedicured toe,ibit the cherry fromits abbreviated stem,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2845917/ The Art of Woophotography by / Stefan Beutler  I was never a pearlkind of girl.Always wore jeans with holes in theknees.                                      I’m not beyond givingflow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2844681/ LifeLivedArtwork by / Andrew Wyeth   lifelivedbequeathsto us morethan wrinkles and gray hairmorethan aches and painsforecastinga probabilityofrain itexists of hand crocheted blanketsandgrandchildren,withpast generations of heroes of warallin matted framessit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2843859/ Indelible   he is an incessant tunerunning  amarathon pace in my mind weaving an indelible impressionof jazz and culinary skillsof Marlboro Lights and Calvin Klein he is a litany of paperworkwith a scent of me not easily removed i am the coercive thoughtpiquing h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2843194/ A Gibbous Moon infatuatedam ibesotted, beguiledbya waning gibbous moon itsconvex shapemakeslucent the nightorchestratinga galaxy of starsina celestial dance myheart with wild abandon, beatserratically,tem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2842533/ The Last Time He Brought Her Flowers  they were like strangerspassing in the hallbarely speakingapologizing in whispersshe couldn’t remember whenthe last time he brought her flowersor held her without provocationthere was hesitation nowa disconcerting ai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Munemayden/2841483/