Category Archives: My fiction
I’m giving you a referral, you little twit
by cheri block Please note: Part 1 of “What’s wrong with California Public Education?” I walked by Stanford’s School of Education on Monday afternoon on my way to a class called The Politics of Humanitarianism. Cynically. I stopped at Coupa … Continue reading
Мой Девятый Класс Йоги ( My Ninth Yoga Class)
by cheri block In the yoga studio last Tuesday evening, I moved to a new location—the front row. My mindset went like this: I must displace the large Czech women who like to dominate that front row. My strategy will … Continue reading
Gorging on the Columbia River
by cheri block ” Keeble and Shuckat, how may we help you?” “Oh, hello, my name is Cheri Sabraw, I’m in your system. Anyway, last May I bought a Canon Powershot 95 at your store from Pete. Unfortunately, my husband … Continue reading
Meditation in Hyperborea
by cheri block Now that it is spring break from school, I’ve had more time to relax and write. I tend to dream more when I am relaxed. What about you? This morning, I woke up, having dreamed I … Continue reading
Queen Joan and the Cobalt Blue Mirror (8)
by cheri block Queen Joan, too, was readying herself to move, one last time. She adjusted her crown, tipping it back a bit for balance and appointment. She valued balance since her body had lost it 15 years ago in … Continue reading
Alonzo’s Mirror (7)
by cheri block Alonzo saw, in his mirror, a young virile dragon with bright golden eyes, orbs surrounded by firm blue skin and symmetrical scales. Not a blemish on his nose, not a scar on his cheek, not a bag … Continue reading
Alonzo’s Morning Shower (6)
by cheri block Alonzo stepped into his shower, turning the water temperature to 45 degrees Fahrenheit and letting the waterfall cool his overheated scales. “Come on Baby, light my fire,” he sang, thumping and splashing to the beat of his … Continue reading
The Queen is Moving In Today (5)
by cheri block Move-In day for Joan arrived as scheduled. My, how time has moved along itself, I thought, still in the sack, trying to recharge my battery for the big day ahead. Why, just a little while ago, a … Continue reading
A-L-O-N-Z-O was his Name-O (4)
by cheri block Oh, she sailed a-way, on a bright and sunny day, On the back of a croc-o-di-le, (clap four times) “You see,” said she, “He’s as tame as tame can be, I’ll ride him down the Ni-le,” But … Continue reading
A Visit with the King (3)
by cheri block King Beowulf, the Geat military hero of yore—killer of the monster Grendel, killer of Grendel’s crazed mother, and (gulp) killer of a fiery dragon who protected a wealthy hoard—summoned Alonzo to his mead-hall, an impressive office and … Continue reading
