http://slow.writerscafe.org/jc22u2 The original writings of author jeannemarie coulter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 FIRST FALL RAINbarefoot walkingwarm water dropletstickle my toes from aboveas the wet grass and autumn leaves tickle belowstirring sweet fresh giggles tobound out of my souland waltz with raindropsthrough my garden... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1660413/ BUTTON BOX MINDgrandmother speaking"our minds are button boxes,where no buttons match." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1660325/ A MOTHER’S LOVEthe soft cuddlewith the gentle huga mare cherishes her foalin the timeless ancient pattern of lifeshared and enjoyed in a perfect natural rhythmin the warmth of day breaking... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1660252/ a hard fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1660223/ MY LOVER with water ease dripping from trees savoring the earth beneath a velvet washed cranberry sky i walk with wind laced hair on balconies brushed and magenta beribboned, reaching to remember the man who lingered spontaneously until dawn... from moss draped shadows he comes softly alive glowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1655351/ beach combers joy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1638925/ deviant humor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1638419/ my first horse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1637851/ children and swimming hole http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1636838/ more pirate queen...first 2 verses by Raj with thanks from me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1636824/ a true story of a great and kind man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1636811/ i have been ill due to what kaiser hospital calls an opportunistic infection...i call it a severe head cold...i have been down in hospital long enough for my read requests to get over 100 again...i promise to get all requests read and replied to all of them as soon as is possible...thank you for you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1636800/ my wish for everyone everywhere... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1636778/ a view of heaven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1631533/ a fantasy in lavender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1630604/ native american tale once shared with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1630597/ PLEASURE EXPANDINGrain drops trickle down the window of my bedroombut i see the sun playing peek-a-boo between the grey cloudseach is a gift granted to us with lovefrom mother earth and father skylater i walk along the woodland pathin mackerricher parki share a smile with each person i seemy joy of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1628889/ MY DAY AT THE BEACHwith soft peach n wine fingers dawn draws morning across the skyto slip singing enchantments into the seaenticing me into the restless water edgeyearning to catch the last song syllablehoping the spell will hold until darkness comesdrawing the purple curtains of night alongthe sam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1627417/ a tale of old water heaters, Russ Coulter, his son, Fred, and jackrabbits...told with LOVE n LAUGHTER...jc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1625192/ just a tale from my youth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1625017/ CORNISH HENS, WILD RICE, COFFEE AND OJthere is no going back, i have learned this over time...oh we all try;we wander the hallowed halls of memory,drawing forth to share those pristine moments,the ones when everything was so good...the completely perfect instants of our life,we think worth sharing.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1623125/ PEEKING FROG SONGearly morningwrapped in grey mist cloudsamber light peeks throughsmilingat small frog lifting his leaf shelterwinking at me through  the passing rainwhispercroaking “have you seen hermy lady, my love, she is so fineshe soon will be mine”preparing for his courting op.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1622275/ MORNING HALLELUJAHmisty rain outsidehuge drips fallingfrom the gazebo roofbeat a soft pattern in the large pottery bowlrain filled in the night a soothing splish splash the peaceful pit patwrapped in warm wool capei watch the dogs snuffle in the tall wet grasscausing a tiny green tree frog to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1622222/ GREEK GARDEN DREAMSslippingsilksilent into the warm greek gardenthey lay side to sideresting togetherthey play lavenderliquidamaranthine songs of amberpeach slipstream loveinto foreverwhile swans dallydancing pear scented patternspeacefullypreeningas sweet flowers flowopen for butterfly kisslike dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1621768/ LOST IN THE DARKlook into darkness,slow sipping the velvet black...we become the dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1621588/ ARE WE BLIND"are we blind for a reasonor is it just to make it real”...sweet release...boz scaggschained in frozen blanketsformed of woven blades honed by fear, pain, anger, ignorance and hatred she is imprisonedscratching, clawing her own fleshinto ribbons flowing redweeping ice and crimson m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1621543/ i have been fighting an opportunistic infection complicated by AIDS, so i have not been reading or writing much...i will try to catch up as soon as i am able...thank you all for the kind words and good thoughts...blessed be to all of thee...jc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1619576/ DRAGON DAYSin the high keep where chilling winds sweepacross jagged stone ramparts,and howl through the eroded cliffs and caverns,dragons lay multi-colored eggs,breathing smoky air to warm them ever so slowly and turning each gently in nests of rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds,with fire opa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1614834/ MESSAGE IN THE LIGHTSwith the northern lights tremblingrose to green across the liquid deep,the light of an angel wings up to heavenwith a message of love and peacefor all the creatures the aurora borealis touchesin its dance across space from sun to earth,andfrom invisible microbe to sleeping grizz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1614076/ MORNING AFTER THE SNOWwhile warm breath mist puffs from wide open nostrilsthe spotted horse looks out in wonderat the rime frosted world encountered as the pale gold sunrise caresses far off hillsin his high plains desert winter wonderland... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1614062/ EARLY STORM IN MONTANAwith homespun wool scarf holding brim beaten stetsonstight to their headsand bound up in a thick sheepskin coatswith angora chaps over their jeans,a*s turned to the freezing north wind,while ice crystal snow flurries howl, two hard cursing cowboys astride disgruntled stock ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1612485/ REMEMBER IN THE SPRINGremember in the springthe flowers bursting forth to singthe perfect profusion of colorin the fields beside the road homeremember in the springall the neighbors and family gatheringto celebrate the vernal equinoxin explosions of joy with melodies of laughterremember in the sprin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1612482/ DANCING IN DREAM TIMEwalking in twilight gloamingwhere elegant elf lordsdance with wild iris queensdraped in whisky velvetand crystal lace chiffoni found a gladewhere nasturtiums bubbledforth like delighted laughteri dropped to restand fell asleep to songsof dream time dancingin mystic magic mushroo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1610537/ SOUL DARK DEEPi listeni hear her cryandall is darknessandi want to die...i listeni hear her cry it is so coldunbroken ebonystretching into foreverarid freezing darkugly bitter starki listen to her cryi want to die...i listento her weepand long for that dark deepinto which broken souls seepi long to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1609675/ my favorite buckskin, he was solid gold with black points...superb http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1608585/ i wish i could laugh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1608554/ flummoxed always by our beautiful world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1606395/ the humor of a wrangler http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1606390/ watching an artist create an ice sculpture for a theater opening i was facinated and later dreamed of god as the artist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1606159/ STORMY SLEEPLESS NIGHTangry wind, vicious biting rain,roaring in from the north westlike honed ice blades slashing at me wrapped in my royal purple hooded cloak, our first winter storm out of the north,colder than the ice glaciers slicing down the gorges of alaska...i am walking the bluffsnear wes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1605770/ touched by death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1605736/ SHARING DRAGONSliquid bluesilk music is blessing morning airwhile this potter carefully wedges her clayhand building dragons with exquisite careinto an amber crystal the dragons stareproudly displaying treasures in their lairmy ceramic artist’s visions i do shareliquid bluesilk music is blessi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1605347/ PAIN WAKENSi wake up hurting,it is the silver gray dream time, the chilly hour that exists just as night gives way to day...and there is no opiate for this pain it fulgurates along my nerve patterns,down my spineslices along my arms and legsshredding the peace of dawnfragmenting my mind,i struggle o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1605126/ an opportunistic infection nailed me but i am up and about today so i am seeking my angels to thank them for the help... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1605114/ MEADOW INTERLUDEacross flower strewn meadowsthe lark song ripplesand the grasses reach hungry for the suna family of quail dart from flower shadowto tuft of greentopknots bouncing in hurried rhythmthere beneath a gnarled oakthe lovers embraceon a worn picnic quiltspread carefully for an afternoon d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1603514/ another native american story as shared with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1603357/ i am a ceramic artist, but, sometimes what comes out of the clay frightens me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1603122/ NAP TIMEthe sun is warm on the blanketthe smell of fresh mown grass dances on the breeze,desiree has fallen asleep,and i am planting flowers,dead heading the roses and dahlias near-by, listening to classic country gospel on my cd player,singing along with all the ones i know by heartwhile my darling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1603120/ a tribute to my father in law, much loved and sorely missed, russell coulter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1602176/ for lovers of bast and her progeny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jc22u2/1602168/