http://slow.writerscafe.org/DMurrell The original writings of author DMurrell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218660 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Beards and long bangs over the eyebrows highDark greens, dark afro darker blues...like yeah.Floating th'intercontinental tarmac veins NYNY to San Francisco… circa the nether world below lower subterranean cranium, uh, “The Beatnik Era”, hotter than a flash of melting urani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/884338/ Like dusk and dawn time ofsynchronistic shadowsstealth around any cornerthe sharp eye'd outdoor cat always in preperatory, very serious taskingfor later on(s) copius very serious napping http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/882075/ Like the totalityof our lives from 1st smell/feel/sight/hearing awareness to whatevermoment is the unknown futureahead of uswe truly are like cats prowltime, spacetime, sleeptime, sunshine on a hot tin roof in the winter time.Nice to think about this existentiallly cosmic kinship.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/879722/ After a dark nightDawn's  Locks and knotsIn day's ever increasing Miraculous Light Become plants and blossoms Mystical, yielding, unfolding...For hands, hearts, minds, spirit, feetFollowing, guided, leading,Teaching, blessed Teacher. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/877165/ Elixer’d this AM, I Was A cup of thick black coffee Always it seems mornings’ first thingLifelong gruffness into my60’s from my teensCame to this this AM:“A Tough Guy Changed”Left over heavy whipping crème From making Granma’s holiday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/874618/ GoodbyeThe big jowled stranger , hefty and slow moving towards me isA kindergarten through high school friend From my past.  Asks, “Carry your poetry to the market? Huh?”“No. No one else seems interested. Thanks for asking.”The incongruity of our cloths and cor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/872885/   Thanksgiving had a chilly warmth in under the synchronized shine day properly clothed like the turkey in oven browned  skin so as also we cheered between forked foods  th’ homemade (non-canned ) purple red prose of cranberries was simply delicious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/870884/ flip flops in the sunfeet feeling great till down therenear a copperhead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/870848/ Winter solstice came and wentA living haiku is this day’s light And,As the 12 days of Christmas progress (unknown to most is this lost tradition) Towards another epiphany, January 6, 2012We too live out poetry existentialEpiphanies minor and major I reckonWith whateve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/859869/ Shakespeare's new historically researched persona... is now rogue of the Thames, heavy handed thugsmith, a man of brilliant letters and dubious actionrevealed by yet another historicalanalysis... a character  called petty assassinof other's words, plays and other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/858008/ 9.Jesus winked. How does that grab you? I mea…an, he is cool as the preacher on The Mountain and The Plain.{That's up and down and never square. His zen is sound!!} He was the utmost “beat” of his generation.  Upbeat, downbeat, march to a diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/852259/ Western moon is aCelestial  bird's nest cradled in cloud limbs. See? Ulysses reckons his path! See his night trek guided to the trash can Rolled to the curbFor Thursday morning's early pick-up serviceInsuring Penelope has no complaint tonight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/846291/ What and where is this "well" we implorein subtle nuanced wishing speech:"Oh ...!" or "Oh ...?" or "Oh ...."a gauge for acute ears, soundminded folk to discern, listening to the speaker, as thier two words hit water... (Basho's frog still perplexes the common unconsciousnesses of u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/845978/ I cannot but enjoy my Meander mind wandering river likeWaters of up-north move down southSeeking the Gulf around Every  bend.  H2O molecules are kin or kith to Donkey’s“Are we there yet?” Am I goofy?Is (?) there an H2O molecule nearby now present at hand In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/845848/ A scouring: The young Christian from up north... New York State... with steel wool cleaned all the camp cook's iron pots thus scouring years of what Southerners call a well seasoned cooking iron but the next morning the cooks forgave him his ignorance. A washin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/844990/ Foxes belong in talestold to children and adults.Noton the road side of a pastoral narrow lane sort of roadbetween two wooded golf courses where as I was going to Wal Mart   there was a (not "the")large dead red foxas red and winter coated luxuriously a carcass not&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/844585/ "OUT!"Thumb jerks skywardas the angel of deathworks his ballgame, an authority rarely wrong.We gather togetherlike the song "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessings" concerning harvest of crops yet this is a beloved friend we have gathered for.(More than a compli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/844579/ Winter Solstice cameAnd went.A living Haiku is this day'slight. And so are the things we doeven like books of haiku between dawn and dusk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/844573/ Earth buffalo shaking  event happenedout in back of the horse stallswhen I was a counsilorat a juvinile delinquent campin rural Western Pennsylvaniawhen the nearby snow melt river early spring time raged  in floodand the kids there were young hot bloods mostly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/843863/ 2011 December's various greys... not normal daysare here nowadays20th century consumerist's bought, then human wrought reeked in the unrationalist's domain by Mister Spirit IS What It Isred zoned by our international enviromentalistsand us alarmistswith five shades of spare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DMurrell/843810/