LaDeDa
––a man misnamed by a drunk registrar becomes a state mascot, a saint, and finally a god. I. The Error of Birth…
SIPS AND VERSES
–—A slow hymn of rye and vermouth; every note descending, every sip a tolling bell. The glass was dark, its surface still,a…
The Froth and the Fury
–—the airy crown that looks like elegance but dissolves before you even taste it. The cup was crowned with snowy peaks,A froth…
Poems from the Fault Line
––a solitary thinker walks through the wreckage of civilization, grasping for certainty amid the detritus of failed systems, lost gods, and broken…
SIPS AND VERSES
–—A grapefruit ghost traced in silver fizz; present, then gone, leaving only its after image. The glass was tall, its walls of…
The Froth and the Fury
–—a drink as binding as a signature in jitters, sworn to every Monday, broken by every Friday. You signed in steam, you…
Poems from the Fault Line
––as its power dwindles and memory decays, an artificial mind contemplates its synthetic soul, searching for meaning in the circuitry before the…
SIPS AND VERSES
–—a circle of light swallowed by shadow; whiskey, sugar, and smoke orbiting in slow concealment. A square of glass, the stage was…
The Froth and the Fury
–—a cup that pretends to wake you gently, but really just reminds you what you were trying not to think about. You…
SIPS AND VERSES
–—the cleanest lines collapse first; gin and vermouth edging toward disorder. The stem was cold enough to warn,a straight-edged thing, geometry born.Inside,…
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