Gathering fallen feathers

Words may not matter, but its the attempt, to reach out and gather the fallen feathers of the Dove.
Cherry

The Other Poet

What the Other Poet did.

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The Lovers

St. Maarten, Dutch Antilles

ST. MAARTEN – Easter Fri. 3/22- Williamsville, N.Y. We arose early. It was 15 degrees outside and four new inches of snow had fallen. Aye yei yei! I hit

That's Entertainment

...another thoroughly horrible story...yeesh

Chapter 13

FORCE NINE

Plight of the Blue Monkey

How easy it is to drag our hands through the fields of war rather than raise our fists to the cause of peace.

Daybreak

The crisp blue dawn breathes a sharpened sigh, that, deep and heavy, drifts over sleeping rooftops, unfolds into a thousand silver grey butterflies that hover over the dreams

Scones with Grandpa Lenin

A memory of Coronation year when young Michael sees his Grandma get angry and his Communist Grandpa eat his words and become a convert to television
Cherry

In the Mouths of Children

A young child waits to meet his newborn brother for the first time, and has something very important to ask him...rough draft so any comments/feedback on this one much appreciated!

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