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Cheryl Avauno

Cheryl Avauno

Just a girl wandering in a broken world

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Cheryl Avauno

Cheryl Avauno

Just a girl wandering in a broken world

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Surreal Christmas

Cheryl Avauno

1 min read

Never-to-be noticed me sits at the end of the bar. It’s cold and the wind swirls around my Auburn curls. I tend to stare into the abyss and enrapture myself in lonely thoughts.


It looks like this:

Purple swirls like snow before green and blue mountains. Cows fly into the viewers eyes but fail to hit anything. They disappear like bubbles or change to feathers. Howling wind is suddenly an empty tun...

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Making Lemonade

Cheryl Avauno

1 min read

It feels strange to say “Good morning” to an empty doorway, but I know someone is there.


Semi-early riser, 7 am deliveries show up at my door. I don’t remember why I opened my door the first time. I think I heard a clink or a smack—I don’t quite remember which. But I opened the door with a tentative inquiry, “Hello..?” The sunshine drifted through and pointed to a ring-sized box on my doormat. I ...

Grandfathers Can’t Be Mommies

Cheryl Avauno

1 min read

The auditorium empties

And I shed my cloak

To sing

“Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There’s a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby”

My white beard covers a swollen

Belly from all the milk I’ve

Been drinking

“Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

...

A Moment

Cheryl Avauno

1 min read

A young wife with short red hair stood on the balcony across from mine. I knew she was young because of the resilience in her smile. The New York smog washes that away after time.


A gray morning but not too cold, I bathed myself in morning glow - hot coffee in hand. A professional camera could have claimed the right angle, had I the face for glamor. Alas, I push brown glasses on the bridge of my ...

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Golden

Cheryl Avauno

1 min read

Weightless, visible rays wash over golden hair. I can only see the trees and the window before me in a gentle gaze. Each bright line traces a memory in my mind as if the sun has intertwined with my mind. A bird steps lightly on the sunshine I now claim. I break, “Don’t drop heavy ideas onto golden locks.” Let nothing shake me free. Envelop me in sunshine - you are lovely....