Late Fall Brew
–—this is a day of reflection in the literal sense, dim windows, softened light, and the quiet confrontation of seeing yourself softened…
The Froth and the Fury
–—a divine mistake, a sacred mess that never made it to your lips It slipped, it fell, a darkened flood,A gospel lost…
The Froth and the Fury
–—the vessel that held everything for everyone, until nothing was left It sat there warm, then just sat there,A glassy ghost of…
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