http://slow.writerscafe.org/drcornelius The original writings of author drcornelius en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003283 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A tale of family and death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2037275/ A gun rights farce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2035334/ Story about loss and healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2033979/ Humorous story of a hunting accident http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2033505/ My grandpa died last month.  Actually, it’s not that clear.  Grandma always said he died the first time, when he was in VietNam.  Not the “stopped-breathing and heart-stopped-beating” kind of death. All she knew, and had to accept, was that her husband was not the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2029870/ This is a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2029477/ Loss of immortality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2029368/ Short story about three friends during the depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2029356/ First shot at story writing. I'm a poet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2028017/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027911/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027909/ All the pieces make no sensewhere is the guiding wholeI think it must be somewhere deep within my soulBut I think I’ll never find itas I’m poking at these keysPerhaps my vision would improve If I looked from on my kneesBut I will never seek the truth lying prostrate on the floorThe last .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027908/ Harry didn’t writeto convey all he wasHis hopes, fears,joys, dreams and sorrowsHe wrote for only one purposeTo create a mindmapof his own evolving consciousnessHe wrote for lack ofknowing the questionsHe wrote for lack ofknowing the answersAll he could do was writeand trust that the questionsw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027906/ Really?Ghosts are being ghostsEven when they’re never seenMovie lights seem realAs they play upon the screenAlthough I wished it otherwiseI think we must agreePeople are being peopleEven when they’re being mean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027905/ Caught in the middle between fight and flightTo struggle through the day or run off into the nightTo hide in the dark or to shine in the lightCaught in the middle between fight and flightFighters live to save the worldTo save us all from our shared plightThose who flea can sleep through the nightCau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027904/ Anti-patriotism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027903/ Sitting at my window seatLap robe wrapped around my feetDisconnected from the presentStaring blankly down the roadWith all movement in suspensionNeither joy nor apprehensionLike a horse released from trappingsFinally resting from its loadDown that long and winding roadA new day’s dawn is being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027901/ As a poet there are rules that guide me in my craftIt’s very seldom that I use the word nefariousSpelling and pronunciation are not the problems hereIt’s when using it in context that I sometimes feel precariousThere are other words it seems that I very seldom useOne that readily comes t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027900/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027898/ The sun is brightly shiningAs I write these timid wordsPerhaps a poem about sunsetsOr sweet melodies of birdsBut we can’t chase butterflies foreverIgnoring all the fateful fussThere is only so much room to hideBeneath the bench at the back of the busSooner or later we have to decideIf hiding i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027895/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027894/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027893/ Nicolai told me He lost his headWasn’t under his pillowNor under his bedNot behind the dresserOr behind the doorSo he tore up some boards And looked under the floorHe examined his underwearLooked in his shoesHe checked his toy trainEven shook the cabooseHe asked his sisterHis father and mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027890/ Last night was one of those nightsWhen sleep decided to takeA cross-consciousness tripOn a 1947 Harley With a sidecarThe one with the flatheadForty-five cubic inch“G” code motor - orangeWe spent the first hourFrom midnight until shortly after oneLooking for stuff Packing it upAnd getting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027889/ Written as a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027632/ How to do with wordsWhat Picasso did with linesGive birth to new worldsIn meter and in rhymeCut gaping holes in all we knowThen fill them with denialTwist and turn each sentenceUntil meaning is defiledTake the reader by the handShove her out the doorWrite from emptiness aloneWe don’t need her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027631/ Anna Louise is wearing An worn out gray flannel shirt The one-time colorful patternNow hidden beneath layers of dirtHer pants are several sizes too bigWith holes worn through in both kneesBut clothing and general appearanceAre not the concerns of Anna LouiseThis ghost from the streets is a regularTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027630/ I want to borrow a dreamI’ll only need it for todayI can give it back tomorrowBy then perhaps I’ll have found my wayI want to borrow a measure of hopeMy own is battered and shakenI’ll return the loan in doublesOnce I emerge from the fog of my makingPlease won’t you advance me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027629/ America is a democracyOr so I’ve long been toldThe Founding Fathers’ principlesOh so just and  boldThey said if you’re a white manIn this country you are freeIf you’re not indenturedAnd you own some propertyEveryone is equalFrom the moment of their birthThere will be no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027628/ Every day I want to be A renaissance manI want to do everythingThe very best I canBut I run into a problemSeeking the sublimeNo matter how fast I may workI soon run out of timeI want to be the poetLike Edgar Allen PoeI want to fly away with wordsTo places ravens never goI want to be the sculptorJust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027625/ Throw my shirt out the window nail my pants up on the doorUse my underwear for paint rags I don’t need them anymoreLet me run around naked Like I came out of the wombNo need for such belongings On my trip toward the tombThrow away my family BibleLikewise Torah and QuranI don’t need direc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027607/ There are a lot of reasons folks sign up to go and killA paycheck, patriotism, for glamour or the thrillBut one thing to remember as you think it through and throughAt the end of the day you’re killing Someone pretty much like youJohnnie signed up to join the fight just like his dad and grandp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027605/ Trees towering Plants floweringThunder drummingHummingbirds hummingWings beatingRainbows fleetingSkies goldenDawn unfoldingGrass growingCattle lowingClouds driftingRaindrops siftingChurch bells pealingTime unreelingTime unreeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027593/ Circles flowing around the bendNo beginning and no endCircles being what they mustChase themselves then turn to dustI don’t know where I amAs I stop to look aroundShould I celebrate being lostOr cry out to be foundI used to walk the long straight roadFeeling certain of what I’d findNow t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027592/ Oh how I’d like to walk upon the clouds way up in the skyI don’t think it’s been done beforeBut still I would like to tryGetting there is the easy partI can arrive without a careJust close my eyes and make a wishNo need to pay a fareAh the sights my eyes will beholdAs I take in tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027590/ There’s a place that has no nameWhere I sometimes go to restAt the end of a long dark roadWhere wandering souls are blessedThe darkness of the road Is not cause for fear or dreadI close my eyes, calm my breathAnd go where my heart is ledThese is no charge for sustenanceNo need to pay my wayThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027589/ Anti-war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027588/ I got love that aint been lovedIt’s just pilin’ up insideTime I let loose all that lovin’Set it free before I dieI got kisses aint been kissedJust keep hidin’ them insideIt’s time I set myself to smoochin’Let them out before I dieSo many laughs that aint been laug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/2027586/ Some Reflections On Time and Space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1794042/ Fanciful presentation of self-medicating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1794038/ Tells stories of family events witnessed by the mirror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1794035/ Very short Nihilistic statement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1793803/ The magic of poetic voice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1793801/ Reminding of what is most important in our lives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1793798/ Where does the whistle sound of the train go when we no longer hear it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1793628/ Iconic words like courage, honor, glory, and valor are used to cover up the horrors of war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drcornelius/1793621/