Gold cherry

The Box

I was never allowed to look in it. It was always locked; Though she would fiddle with its catches And rusty leather suitcase hinges. One day when she was out,
Cherry

Fear of Falling

The fallen; easily forgotten.

The View From a Distance

I felt like I was surrendering. Then, in perfect fashion, she smiled at me… the way old friends do when reuniting.

"MATT" THE LOOK ALIKE

I was sitting having lunch in "Gossips" When three came and sat at the table out-side The door was open wide I jumped up and left my scrambled eggs on toast

The Cages We Build

People love to put limits on other people. Because it helps to justify the limits they impose upon themselves.

THE GLORIOUS DEMISE OF THE FAMOUS ARMLESS JUGGLER

An armless juggler, an odious mayor, a nubile, haughty daughter, some religious hibiscus, four bellowing bulls and a pistol

Madeline

To feel my feet crunch on the gravel path, hands, brushing brambles and box-hedges. To knock on the dead leaf door; Hear: the sound of fox-knocker on wood. See the mice curtains twitch;

MY WORD: "HUMATERNITY"

(a letter I submitted to the editor of The Medford Mail Tribune in Oregon, USA)

I am sorry.

I am alone. Trapped within You all talk I never hear I am scared. Terrified of myself All the damage I’ve yet to cause. I hear him. I hear you Telling me to do well
Cherry

Wednesday Sonnet: The Actor to the Audience

When I still had the sunlight in my hair I thought the gods of theatre had misspelt My stage directions; was I Caesar’s heir? I did not feel the quiet others felt

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