http://slow.writerscafe.org/MikeScinto The original writings of author Mike Scinto en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113157 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 on memory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1460451/ A man goes to see his psychiatrist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1455752/ Who can stop the seasons? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1431961/ The sky’s hue touches the canopy,purple and blue,on the green and yellowof an aging season’s head.A lonely path unfolds before me,woven throughthe forest mellow,where not a soul has tread.The wind sings songs of coming winter,a breeze’s chill,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1422782/ Who am I to judge you?I have never stormed a beach.Who am I to know hardship?I have never lived through a depression.Who am I to know exhaustion?I have never marched across a country.Who am I to know fear?I have never been shot at by hostile soldiers.Who am I to know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1420531/ For my late grandfather, Frank (1921 - 2011) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1414177/ A silly little piece I wrote after I accidentally clipped too much of my beard while trimming, and had to shave it all off. There's no context. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1331742/ Winter died laughing– http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1330943/ A wanderer muses to himself on a cloudy night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1330942/ I'm in a dark place, but that's okay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeScinto/1330938/