Cheyenne PerryIt was cold and small.Transparent, and covered with silvery-gray cracks that reflected bright golden light.Dec 29, 2016Dec 29, 2016
Cheyenne PerryCould Change Be Good?Last fall, the leaves changed overnight. Just like our old friends and old selves.Oct 27, 2016Oct 27, 2016
Cheyenne Perry2016I grew up in the era of half masts and gluttony and apathy. Or is that every era? My past selves don’t let me remember.Oct 27, 2016Oct 27, 2016
Cheyenne PerryThoughts Upon RisingOutside the blinds, a blurry tree shimmered and swayed left to right like a chartreuse kaleidoscope.Oct 27, 2016Oct 27, 2016
Cheyenne PerryThe Wrong GodsThe clouds appear so cottony cozy. I should like to count them one by one.Oct 18, 2016Oct 18, 2016
Cheyenne PerryA Scavenger of PearlsThe tears fall when they are ripened. “Why have they fallen?” they ask. I sigh and show the whites of my eyes. After all this time, how can…Oct 15, 2016Oct 15, 2016
Cheyenne PerryHurricaneI’m a hurricane. I’m spiraling. Sweeping through scenarios and leaving mismatched memories in my wake.Oct 10, 2016Oct 10, 2016