http://slow.writerscafe.org/DelmarCooper The original writings of author Delmar Cooper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 words in short rows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2768578/ Short rows of words that rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2768574/ limerick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2768569/ It was the funniest thing, strange not ha ha Where’d I hear that?  Slingblade? yeah anywayQueerest thing.  Itwas this poet and I met him at one of those weep out loudWallow in self pity whacha’ call it angsty  placesWhere poets just go craz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2763073/ experiment with form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2762563/ Very short story from which a so called poem was taken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2760811/ Seasonal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2663555/ Non- fiction, opinion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2167828/ What will a mother not do for her child? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2085428/ haiku two maybe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2018234/ The usual and semi-required Spring poem dutifully written and posted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2018091/                                                   T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2009330/ A response to a suggestion by C.D. Campbell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2007757/ Submitted for C.D. Campbell. Blame him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/2007736/ An imagined history. This revision shortened to less than 600 words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1941049/    Expert OpinionSister Dominica examined Alain, then looked over at me. “Ishis fatherwith you, in the waiting room perhaps? It’s all rightfor him to bein here.”“No sister.His father is not with us.” I didn&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1697793/ Ghost regional story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1600097/ The Shortcut “I told mama Iwouldn’t cut through this alley no more and here I am doin’ it again.” Lamontmuttered to himself. “It’ll be all right just one more time though. Sure, whyI’m nearly home now.”The noise and theligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1541690/ Finishing Briefly, my feet compress the sand     I feel it grindbeneath meBriefly, dry scald of wind scours my face     Then slips andwhips behind meAnd all of an instant my steps erase As sand does polish and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1514657/ Frustration The story is conceived in the writing and born in there-writing. A story is your child conceived in writing, born inrevision.  A story, conceived in the pleasure of writing, is born inthe labor of revision.  The first draft is happy conception.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1505274/ White birds like bleached crowsRide cow backs in this placeVisible from the riverWild turkeys in single school boy fileAmble in the gravel, the gravel beachOn the slow side of the waterIridescent reptiles bask in river sunWomen, golden skinned, smiles like moon sliver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1503858/ Felis silvestris catus Common ideas, which is to say misconceptions,Abound.About cats.Which is to mean both “in regard of”And “Surround.”As to purpose?  It isto apprehend unto death the bird, the squirrel, the chipmunk, et ceter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1476200/ Volition Sure knowledge is no blessingThough men think soIf I knew, knew of a certaintyThat to lie beneath the oakForeverWould make me oakI mightI would surely consider itConsider a long napWith an acorn in my pocketWaiting for a handy carpent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1473926/ the ususal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1469942/ Companion piece to "The Grandaughter" great liberty taken with NA culture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1428233/     WhenMy motherdiedThe moonbledRed red moonBlood redThe moonbled againRed againAnd myfather diedSo my lifewith destinyAnd thealmanac Until October Red October http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1421866/ Nature of the beast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1404892/  How fair and how pleasantyou are, O love, for delights!Unveil as wantons will.  Dropyour robes of green, your robes of gold.Reveal to me your nakedness. Stretch out your white limbs, tremble inthe air.There is no skin so smooth, so cool to mytouch.Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1402618/ Second Sight                  They’dstopped wearing the penguin suits before I came here.  You know what I mean, the habits.  That’s probably why it happened to her.  Who’d .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1386236/ a rewrite of a previous piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1384066/ The Celebrity MonthlyInterviewWith Correspondent JamesDaleyIn past issues CelebrityMonthly has tried to bring our readers interviews with celebs that are intoday’s contemporary headlines. This interview is a marked departure from thatpolicy. A Brief Interview withGod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1384064/ My old Da Said“There’s now’t unner yer blasted bed.”But down he went and shined a lightAnd he made me look to prove him right“The only monsters livin' here are livin' in yer head.”Ma looked the wardrobe up and downThere weren't no ghouls, or ghosties.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1384061/ Honored Dead  Flies and maggotchildren feastUpon theirs and ours Too few of us remainto bury allThe officers fear the dead will kill usTheir dead and oursWill kill us allThe dead and their alliesThe fliesBetter we had not comeOr coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1377506/ The OrangeThe Jaffa oranges are inBut you must buy the crateYou must take your chances Some years so sweetWinter weeps at the memorySome years astringent tearsI will find a friendGamble, and split a crateSweet or tart It is no matter to the grocer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1377259/ Bed TravelerRestless legs in night canter Yards, rods,furlongs, milesBefore exhaustion turns down the bedcoversAnd sleep, death's little sisterTucks me in. A swimming slumber under linenSearching for, FindingThe cool side You so thoughtfully.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1377252/ It was the Strand.Popular, until times hardened and the millclosed.Then a dusty ghost." Hud "posters browning nicely in glass cases by thesidewalk.Newman was nominated, but Oscar loved Poitier  that year.So much for blue eyes.Patricia Neal did all right though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1375497/ It had still been dark when we were called.  It wasn't a pajama run; I was dressed, butstill slept a few miles in the car. There were no cousins for me to play with this time.  We lived closest, most available for urgency,first on the scene.I couldn't wait on the big por.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1370929/ Rewrite of a poem from "Country Folks" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1335451/ rewrite of a poem from "Country Folks" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1335431/ Coming of age. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1328984/ In the 'fiction" genre by default. It skirts near Horror though. Maybe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1328272/ Light verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1323886/ Night TouchFalling from hermother’s arms, the acornReclines upon a mossybed, and dreamsDreams of bird’s nestsin her hair.Gently Earth impalesherself upon an oaken stakeThen rests from herlaborIn a pool of darkeningshade.Riven from theprecipice, the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1323806/ Vanishing PointSo what do we think?When we bother at all.Of staying in straightlines?Following the uniform infront?Followed uniformlybehind?Up marble steps holloweddown by those before,Past sleeping lionsheroically carved to guard…What? From whom?Taken in per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1323802/ Short fiction akin to magical realism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1320413/ short story set in the South http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1320270/ Short story or short chapter Comment/ criticism welcome http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1319803/ Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1319603/ 01/16/03 - 02/01/03 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1302715/ just words disguised as poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelmarCooper/1300162/