Cherrie Palmer
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The Crime SceneA Chapter by Cherrie Palmer-Sarah Michaels-I take hold of the ‘Le Parisien’ feeling the faint trickle of weight shift inside the makeshift parcel. Energy and heat sw.. |
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A Key at the HeartA Chapter by Cherrie PalmerSarah Michaels-‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ repeated in my mind for dropping that key. Maybe I can think of a reason for us to swing by tomor.. |
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CompactedA Poem by Cherrie PalmerThe Biggest lovesare found in the tiniest of placescompacted by togetherness |
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The City CrosswalkA Story by Cherrie Palmer |
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The PatronA Story by Cherrie Palmerat the Writer's Cafe |
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Where is my heart?A Poem by Cherrie PalmerWhere is my heart? It is with you. That is why your world I pursue. The rhythm of love is yours to command. Time stands still just by hold.. |
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No-ter-dayA Poem by Cherrie Palmerplaying with words served on the rocks |
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Winter's CoatA Poem by Cherrie PalmerWinter's coat is not yet fastened.As I catch myself yearning forthe buds of Spring. |
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The Big RedA Book by Cherrie PalmerWoodrow Wilson Wheeler, al so known as Dub, short for the W's in his name, finds himself as hunter or possibly the hunted |
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Old Men Have Old Thing'sA Chapter by Cherrie PalmerA faint echo filtered down the stairs. Our old yellow wall-mounted phone with its clear crisp rings creped under the basement door with ease. I mean, .. |
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