Tag Archives: Cheryl Chambers

The Seer

She delivered before beginning to wear the turban. Her hair slid from burnt sienna to stained silver, then simply slid without an object. The messages distanced themselves from her fingertips. Then the turban arrived in a regal cloud of eastern … Continue reading

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From the Window

The Queen of hearts and diamonds sat in separate windows. Enlarged. Four stories away from the cars slithering down the street and underneath them. They must be made of wood and stone. Not one tear fell when the crash occurred, … Continue reading

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