by Cheryl Unruh | Apr 17, 2020 | Poetry
GIN & TONIC The holy man is an equation: reverence plus self-control equals what? purity? heaven? It equals something, surely. As he sits on the barstool to my right, I happen to be on an inhalation – His robe smells like celery. And a bit like my...
by Cheryl Unruh | Apr 16, 2020 | Poetry
A JOURNEY OF NO DISTANCE A vacuum of chatter A detachment of friends A tavern of echoes A grocery store of disappointment A temperature of fate A fever of connection Streets of abandon A round globe of loneliness A pneumonia of worry A panic of...
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