Cherrypicked stories

Cherry

Nowhere Near

Night's door opens you. I watch. Disembodied by distance a want haunts me: how you touch me and never touch me. In the past, this was enough. Now it...
Cherry

Midnight Mystery

a ghost story...
Cherry

Poet At 12 O'Clock

You say you're "always falling over with little glimpses of what it might be like to stand up." I think it's more to do with your being on the brink...
Cherry

FUNERAL OF YOUTH

Unwanted Memories of Aga's grave
Cherry

Holding on by a hand

Actually, who do I know but the person weeding deep in the woods pawing at melancholy dirt old dry dirt dirt in search of a pagan wiccan explosion of...

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