http://slow.writerscafe.org/Monica%20Rae The original writings of author Monica Rae (Schaeffer) Stover en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054620 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dream of harps-of laden gold and sweet, melodic memoriesencased in a perfectionof purest elation. Such are dreams- my dreamsswirl around as I,imperfect,tarnished,not so sweet,sit and clumsily strum my guitarand hum off-key. © Copyright 2007, Monica Rae Stover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monica-Rae/223050/ My daughter brought home another Ain English, and I beamed. Untilshe dropped the latest on me."Mom, I’m gonna be a writer!" And fourteen years of speculationand dreaming caught up and slapped meacross my politely smiling face."Well, that’s great, hon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monica-Rae/223048/ This chair is woodenin the coldit is cold This chair supportswhen kept in good repair This chairis not unique,though I am the only one I knowwho has one exactly like it This chair is minefor as long as the universeallows it to be (so maybe this cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monica-Rae/223046/ Once I was strong.Heracles with heated handsclapped me on the backand called me brotherand I did not fall.The battle, once begun,assured the victory won,and I was surethat every heartbeat that remainedwould continue to beatonly in my name. Once I laughedthe laughter of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monica-Rae/223042/ You stole savagelyfrom my ancestorshorrors uncheckeddeath beyond measureall in the name of a saviorand now you try to tell methat I am evil Evil is a man made constructcreated by mancultivated by manBigotryHypocricyThou shalts and shalt notspresuming your way is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monica-Rae/69788/