SIPS AND VERSES
–—a clean geometry fractured; rum and lime splintering into shards of light and silence. The coupe was thin, a crystal line,a circle…
SIPS AND VERSES
–This Will Age Poorly—where irony ferments and sweetness forgets itself The barrel whispered, “Give it time,”But all it gave was wood and…
SIPS AND VERSES
–False Positive—where sweetness lies and bubbles grin The glass was bright, the taste was clean,A rush of fruit, a liminal sheen.You laughed—too…
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