Tomorrow                     today's junk is jeweled                         over and under                      and the past lies with yesterday                         warm and brandied.                      Smile-filled treasures                          opened sparkling                      and glowing in drunkeness                          are diamond hard now,                      cold-sobered alone.                               (c) Linda Etheridge 2001
	Linda Etheridge (not pictured above) was born in Manhattan and grew up in the Connecticut area, At this point in her life (late 40s), she is working on a chapbook of her poems, and other writing. This untitled poem dates from her school days. She says "it had to do with the circumstances of (growing up) in the late sixties, and one of the men I was involved with. He enthralled me, but we never quite made it together. I felt alone."