http://slow.writerscafe.org/mkskaff The original writings of author Megan Skaff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217410 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 MoonlightglisteningWater flow between mytoesBeautifulunknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1164884/ This One’sFor You, PapaI am sitting on the shore of the lake,pondering the events of the past year. I reminisce over all the goodmemories that this year brought me. I smile at the thought of all the goodpeople who have come into my life and ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1164883/ I am sitting on the lake shore, pondering the events of the past year. Flashbacks of that day run through my mind, the day you left me and Max behind.Suddenly, I'm not so afraid anymore. I don't feel so alone. It's starting to get easier.I watch as Max runs across the sand into the tides. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1164146/ I hate the effect she has on me. The way I compare myself to her, because when she's in the picture, there is no comparison. She wins every time. In the way her beauty reflects through her pictures, the hold she has on your heart. I wish it was me. That's selfish really, but I wish it was me you wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1159931/ I could get lost in your voiceThe way you talk to meLike nothing I've done in my past mattersAll of my mistakesWere just passing wavesOn nights so dark no one could pull me back to shoreAs they collapsed over my body and dragged me underThe nights that no one noticedI was walking into a death trapSe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144407/ We were all put on this earth to make a difference. Each oneof us holds the potential to do something so beautiful, to make a change sogreat we could change the world. So many of us put this gift we have to waste. Nineteenyears of selfishness. Nineteen years o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144402/ The start of my drug use. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144297/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144296/ You don’t know this, but I am just another hopeless romanticwith the desire to fall madly in love and travel the world. I dream to sailVenice, the City of Love. Holding hands while listening to the poetry of thewater, splash against the boat. Drinking coff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144295/ There is a translucency in the clouds that cover the silverlined moon, allowing lining to be seen and the light to glow through, but yetthe clouds still hide something. Secrets, just as we as inhabitants hold. Somesecrets are felicitous, granting us the chance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144294/ This is an Ekphrastic Non Fiction Piece inspired by a mixed media created by Shannon Frewaldt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mkskaff/1144293/