Three Mile Drove, Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen
Cherry

There is no Epiphany

200 words.

Quiet movement

Sure, certain, progressive Like the worm. Underground Until the sound of drumming rain Brings her to surface Otherwise. Carefully digesting that In her wake Leaving a cast as a namesake

The Myth of Transfiguration

Poem

IP-The Chocolate Box

The soft red fur reminds me of those fine hairs you find on a dog’s nose.

Billy Sunday in Brief (not briefs!)

The Pope was simply a love who loved others...

the mirror never lies

so you look in the mirror, looking back at you, the mirror never lies, the mirrors always true.....

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