http://slow.writerscafe.org/missminamurray The original writings of author hanzabonanza en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000130 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I feel I could fit youin the palm of my handa halfforgotten dreaman orchidbloomfalling through the airdelicate perfectly formedthe scent of yourperfumenew to mebut familiaryou turn to meand smilereality stretchingso widein front of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1711137/ I bought myselfA new ring To celebrateMy BirthdayAt firstI was drawn To itsSparklingGold hueThe way itJumped outOf the Others Shining brightest Best It appeared At first soSimpleUncomplicatedYet looking Closer ICould see itsFine engravingsShimm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1696168/ stepping out of the seaI pull myself up the rocky banksto where the thickstrong grass growsthe water rolls offmy body in rivuletsdown my sturdy legsand straightening backthere is a lightbreezeand it lifts my head upby the chinthe land here seems t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1661588/ we picked each other outinstinctivelythrough the glass boxesand exhibitsa whip-crack laughand a staggering pauseto set things tumblingwe shifted theothers uncomfortablyrolling them awaybehind dinosaursthe swirl all aroundfadedyou and me at the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1549273/ you see there’s a methodto my madnesseach time diving deeperand thenbursting up for airand you the swallowsweeping up aboveflirting with myshadow under the waterjust out of reachI pull the curveof my mouththe cupid’s bowfiring its dartstrai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1477666/ as you throw your head backwith gleeI see ripples of womenwho have come before-both yours and minenow as small as the pupil in your eyethe laugh catches me in the stomachthreateningto send me off the chairin a giddy andinelegant swoopand then I&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1465147/ out of the cityI find myself walkingthough silencewith mudup my bootsthe windreaches downwith long fingerspulling at my coatthe flightpathabove just an extra meditationthe droninga strict rhythm   to pace tothe trees are hummingsec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1459388/ Me- Returning to LondonYou- Exeter bound from homeThe weekend is Already dyingBehind us lyingAshen under my eyesFor one brief momentAs my train passes through We share the same spaceOur paths overlappingFleetinglyLike aeroplane lines in the skyPulling into Chippen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1442838/ I am a cadenceIn fifthsHeld in one handWaitingA drone shimmeringUnder the bough ofAn infinite pauseOne looping barWithout time signatureOr rhythmWaiting I crouch in between movementsThe complex first andMounful adagio behindMy fingers acheFrom what has come befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1442836/ you and I are cut of the same clothlike waterrunning through the cracksseeking out those placesthat get no lighteven stillas the doorbellchimes for midnightI jumplike the childstill scared of youmy handsshaking on the lockyou shimmerin the cold air.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1401762/ I send thoughts of youup up like balloonsinto the skythey scratch the summer blueand gather togetherforming cloudsabove mequickly blackeningblotting out the lightgifting salty raindropsonto my cheeksyou are the staticon my skinsqueezing my lungs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1401753/ the person in the mirrortouches at her faceand shouldersconnecting new linesthe bone white wintererased awaytan linesmaking goodof her skin laterher bike thundering alongthe air sliding into a thousand shades of greenshe looks down at he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1377453/ and thenthe clouds shiftfrom the sunand all tumblesforthlike your words"you look so beautiful"your smileetched from ear to eara summer half moonand the hug is freeand neededyour hair and skinoxygenafter monthsof siegewe part and already my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1354063/ when I seethose four letters assembled on a pageeven if belongingto anotherthe punch willrun rings round my stomachall daythe long vowel-i-goes on intoinfinitya black-board screechof perfectionscraping at the backof the throatthe second.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1353996/ I have carried pieces of youacross the worldthis springin search of myselfin search of youreturning home to CardiffI scattered pieces of youinto the flower bedsagainst thirsty earthand on the spot- still warm-where you had laid onthe living room floorthe mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1352416/ night-wide opena blackthat never sleepsI chased the moonacross the vastyawning skyleaving starsscattered, brokenbuttonsin my wakein Nice-high, widebright whiteproud it shonenow weaving out of Bristolit sinks exhaustedshedding yellow tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1344017/ in Niceunder the springheavy blossom airthat weighs on my heart likea wishnot a death sentencelike in ExeterI spy you alwaysaheadturning a street corneror far down the promenadein the blurof strangersyour whispery laughthe echoes loopinginfinitely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1344015/ youfar away maybeor maybe notin mindin bodythe citya little widerbroadernot pressing downon my eyelidsthe air perhaps clearermore fresh a new kind of springI’m not bouncing quiteyetbreathingdoesn’t feellike choking anymorejust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1338362/ I went to take a book back-Schumann sonatas to the old librarylast nightI stayed lateand took them apartnote by noteon every other piecethe piano mewledbut on Sonata in G minorit sang from its gutscadence after cadenceeach more imperfecttha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1335404/ in the beginning- you turned everything golden, with your lipsand soft touchfor a good while- 9 months give or take-we glittered without even tryingthe glint clinging fast to skinthe summer days the bestof all, so bright,hopeful and unashamedbut in winter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1322936/ let me slip under the wavesI'm tired of your tossing and turningmy yearning and failure to learnthe truththe burnof the waves stings my eyesbitter liesI tell myselfbut not to beI'll take the three pebblesdown with menames scratched on the backtight in my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1303833/ I dreamt about takingyou to Indiathe summer sunburning behindyour hairwith your soft handsyou pointedout old memoriesglitteringbehind the yearswalking pathsyou had oncetread while I hadbeen somewhere elsejumping skippingropes and fantasiesbut now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1292849/ your necklacerests against my skinthe same spotyou kissed last nightmy fingers closetight around itas the train tossesme far away from youin the windowI look back at myselfmy image distortedand incompleteeven at the briefestgoodbyesI weep like a chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1292847/ from the cold wettarmac of the roadshivering in shockmy bike wheelsstill turningI found myself suddenly propelleddizzily through thesmokey headlampsof the car behind meand into Friday nightthe white beamof the lamps shatteredinto a thousand piecespainting blues and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1263796/ I watched your lips movethe opening and closingof a chasmthat swallowed me wholeyesterdaythose same lipsdanced across skinand plucked smilesfrom thin airunable to listenI focused on the sharpstinging green of your eyesbrighter than ever beforeso far away fromthe jet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1259156/ I open the doorautumn waving helloits crackled welcomeresting on my lipsthe clouds are movingfull steam aheadchurning factoriesof cotton whiteinstead of the streetI am walking down the beachtowards youbarefoot on the sandsyou standso tall and strongrippling h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1250113/ turn your headinto the afternoon airwhere mountains touchthe sky like fingersand hear my sleeping lipscall to you, while I lie fast asleepyour image swirling smokein my dreaming headcome to methrough the flickering nightacross sprawling continentsand deep oceans an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1236619/ as you soaredinto the early autumn airthe sky plucked your tiny vesselbetween its breezy fingersand tossed youlike a paper aeroplaneacross the Atlantic somewhere far belowsitting in my gardenmy tears only just dryingI tilted my headto hear the soundof you whizzi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1232440/ you came into this lifein a shellwashed upon a deserted beachin a kiss of tender wavesI found you one day out walkingbrushing against the tipsof my toes, dozingin the cool surflater I took you hometight in my curled palmthe salt dryingto crystal tearson my skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1228840/ the evening croucheson my chestexhaling misty breathacross my neckshe scampered upfrom the open windowonto the bedpinning me thereshe does not want me to call out to youso suppresses my crywith her thick grey cloudsI try to strugglethrough her torrentsfor your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1200701/ in the wide houseof our livesI am sitting cross-leggedon the floorlike you at your deskyou left a cardboard boxmarked ‘Love’for me while I lay dreaming of youin your bedthe lid is tied togetherwith long black ribbonand as I pull it apartit whisperslik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1194952/ And then the darknessexploded across the roomfragments and shardspiercing our palmsa shrouding heavy silencewoven from held breathsand strained necksout of the rumbling voidcame a second explosiona sustained bass note emanating from his one fingersending shock-wavesunpeeling skin from boneon to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1184746/ I travelled a thousand miles todayin the space between your fluttering eyelashesfloated far away to Indiato Hyderabadon top of the worldlike quivering stringsthe wind caresses my hairmy skin tingling in the evening airdown the path--there you area wandering, dancing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1182137/ this old townhas watched onthough tearsand days of defeatwhen I wovea drunk mazedown its streetsstumbling with strangerseach cornerand pavementfilled to the brimdrenchedin memoriesyet today I became lostthe town unfamiliarold placesmade new .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1175292/ press your thumbsto my eyesshut fastthe outside worldtil voices fadeinto waterscatter buttonson the floorthey hit like glassthousands of pearltearsshuddering asriptide unfoldsI pull the hairat the napelike a whiparound curled fingersback to backhow far the cur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1170987/ I turn my neckto gaze at youdrink the lightof your skinhungrily ina sleepy morningsunfloweryour eyesburndistant sunsscattering starsfrom their sparkflaringas you blinkreaching forwarm flesha hundredsummer daystreadingthe soft seedsof your frecklesover .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1168381/ In the limbo hours, after nightfall but far away from the warmth of dawn, we find each other in the garden I used to visit as a child. I meet you where I had often sat alone, a sullen youth on a white bench, under an arch of roses. In my younger years I was possessed by unrequited love and sitting t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1163518/ all the walk homecarrying the letterlike a sleeping childso precious and smallbut weighty on myheartsit on my bedthe sheets still smelling of you, the letter in my handsa sunbeam spillinglight on myfingertipsavoid breaking your red rose sealdevotion s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1154165/ I’m not a greedy soulfor the most partbut there are some thingsI wantif not needI want to make your eyelidsshimmer metallic bluewhen you close themlike the sky overhead this morningI also wantto swim with youat midnightin the sleepy oceannot a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1152719/ there is a rhythm to the space betweenour kisseslike raindropson new earthoutside spring is beginningand in my roomroses open undermy fingertipswe shrug offnight like clothesmaking room for daylighton our skinworship the rippleson your browhungr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1151244/ I love the hours beforethe heady anticipationthe night looking on, bemuseda dancer before curtain callI ready myself for youfrom top to toespread my dress outon the bed with shoes, tightsand underwearmy second selfwaving backneeding to feel wantedlife’s greatest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1147289/ the street lamps are drippingpuddles of goldonto the street cornerrevealing two statuesgilded in an embracemalachite eyesglisten under my greedy fingertipsplundering diamond carved cheekbonesand parting garnet lipseach breath so preciousthat it sends clouds of p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1145640/ I make my bedsmoothing out the creasesof where his body layhis scent more stubbornI wash my facefrom all his untruthswhich cling to my eyelasheslike morning sleepI clean my nailsfrom his fragmentsthe doomed Ladywashing, rubbing, erasingI sweep the floorcollecting his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1139556/ the tides bind us closerelishing the sting of saltyour frown lines vanish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1134308/ Dhat al-himma is a character from Arabic literature....hinting at a greater narrative.. a warrior who fights for herself, never giving in to temptation, her name means 'one possessing great resolve'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1132585/ I still think ofthat momentin your carwhen the choicewas laid outin front of meme tired, hungoverin last night’s clothesyouunreachablethe eternal mystiqueeven dishevelledyou remainedmagnificentyou dazzled meso my voice stuckin my throatthe w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1127476/ your whispered wordsfloat into my earssmall at firstjust a seedlingbut slowly they sproutbranching upwardsinto my brainthere they dwellpressing downon my thoughtslike ivyinvading my consciousnessconsuming me wholeyou asked for honestyand I liedstraight off the cuff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1121805/ your eyes widenelectric shock bluemouth shaping a small ‘o’the bolt passesthrough me toofeelingits been too longfear engulfs usyour cervine heartracing awayout of the roomthere’s cinnamonon your mouthand honey pressedon my palmsand you tas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1117716/ I walked into the barall dark eyes and broodinghating being first alonein a room of couplescocktails pleasemix the separate partsto become oneand fill my expanseshaking off the coldout of my jacketmy new top in the lightI turned away from the barand was stunned&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1097875/ I won’t waittil the tolling bellto changeabandon bitternessand the shardsof my personalitythat twist my soulI won’t waittil another year is addedon the endless pageof my lifeto stride tallstrong and freefrom the games of othersI won’t wait til.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missminamurray/1093568/