What Are We

Are we really like a sheet, Blowing in the wind, In a long line with others, Not sure when its time to Get taken away. Perhaps we are weeds, Have a purpose for a little

"igniting shade"

now we are free for Sahib constantly
Cherry

Recover

Your hands- are like a tomb, containing my soul. Or a butterfly; navigating... the creases in my hands flocking toward light. Under my skin, shifting... in my bones. You cannot recover.
Cherry

A Sad Promenade

'...roll up roll up...ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls, let the show begin...'

http://PoetrySuperHighway.com/PoetLinks

a poetry free for all - story - development. Incidentally, the freeforall is on all day long, and I do have a book on it.
Cherry

A Minor Miracle

The feeling would come back to him at times. It steadied him during the low times of his young life,
Cherry

an evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream

don’t take the stairs just fly through her open window

The Witches of Holmwood 1/7

“Wrap one piece of newspaper round each plate, then stack the plates and give them to your father.”

A Walk round the Witches' Home 4/4

“Please Ma’am, I came through the wishing fog in my canoe to visit my witch friends, but they were all too busy to talk to me.
Cherry

The Child Madonna - Chapter 36 'Eli changes sides'

'I've got to get a grip of things...' Eli realises that he's got to change tack and find a way out of a situation of his own making.

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