Rebooting

In the caffeine-screened trance of three thirty am the airport population wait or sleep, slouched half-dead in seats, across the floor with their bags for pillows,
Cherry

Unison

Who invented this? This meshing of flesh, this tangling of tongues, waking and embracing setting flame to skin, dancing vitriolic on torsos, a strange war dance all of our own.

Monday Socks

A tale of an unmatched sock... :-(

She moves through the fair

You know I was never sure if Sis planned it all; I asked her few times but she’d never give me a straight answer. Okay, so you’re wondering what I’m babbling on about?
Cherry

Chapter 2C

There isn't a great deal that I can actually tell DC Green about Richard...
Cherry

Chapter 2B

The dreams are back again as they have been virtually every night, but with a new and rather scary clarity...
Cherry

Chapter 2A

I wake up around lunchtime with my head pounding like a pneumatic hammer... then it suddenly comes back to me that Richard's dead.

Thoughts on a Summer Evening

A Summer soliloquy

reflections of a little crumb

Would that a simple box could keep me bound Boredom would grab me quite soon crawling insects and critters all around nothing but nature for a tune breaching silence with their sounds
Gold cherry

My Big Bang

Yes, it certainly was a Big Bang (for me)...

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