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My stories

Cherry

Jazz is the music

Tangibly, the web of silence grew, where angry words flew some moments before, now settled in the creases of the curtains, anchored to the nooks and crannies of the walls, the piles of the Persian rug.

A year flown out

Do you not sense the autumn wind that falls across your grave in sighs, bereft of breath, to mourn a second time your death? Will winter's freeze break up my frozen heart to smithereens with its sharp biting chill?

Dependency

She is touchy-feely like an oyster rubbing incessantly the grains of a corroding awareness from within but because of it she is breeding her own dependency he cannot quit.
Cherry

A Hospital Story

She took a large sheet of white paper and on this she made the world a hospital with rows of beds and corridors and she painted two nurses running between the patients and a doctor in a floppy white coat

Forced Dreams

Outside my window falls the night, rain runs, an owl cries from the treetops, stops, again a cry across the muddy lawn and more than eighty dead in Lebanon. Beirut in flame below its cedar trees,

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