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My stories

Cherry

Zombies for Christmas

My grandson paints zombies for Christmas. When I ask him why He says zombies are cool. Zombies aren’t dead but they should be. They attack even...

I understand sadness

Years pass as solidly as stones on an ancient path. I understand sadness, it is the sky we live under… Cancer cells multiplying in the darkness of...
Gold cherry

Ode to a sexy pancake

Cinnamon-faced you swim In organic butter. Your batter stiffened with a little milk, finally leads to a creamy consistency. O you yellow beauty with...

Scatter the ashes

I am unstoppable, in a burst of light I am forced out to be put in place. The wind speaks its language, old idioms never to touch, but their contours...

infidelity

I play your anger back to me at night, those words you said, with or without intent. For passion meets in love and hate, not white but grey in shades...

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