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My stories

Cherry

Life is swell

When she was small and weak and white, he was like her shining knight. Hymns and prayers were sung nightly and God was still seen as Almighty: life was well Now she is big and strong and tanned.

Death of a Doll

He carries the china doll into the bottom of the garden, his way rightly-guided, digs out a shallow grave as it has been decided. He swaddles her in emotions makes her blue eyes open,

There is a cloud

In the slant of my room I feel the gloom of sleeping alone. It has not been so twenty five years ago when he rasped at my neck, nudged my knee, moaned: "shall we?" then showed me

When we are living in the void of heaven

When we are living in the void of heaven, all definitions will have changed and died. There are no questions. What there once has been is but a dream in an outlasting night. We are the atoms gleaming throughout space

The Story of Yorinde

The Story of Yorinde Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses understanding (Kahlil Gibran) For baby Yorinde, my second daughter, energy was a byword. Her sparkling black cherry eyes, her dimpled smile

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