Fill up my cup//Not quite to the brim...
On a Whim
Effervescent Marrow Crackle
I feel the chill reach my bones//The effervescent marrow crackle...
A Deep Pulse
So I join the rhythmic march, walking slightly out of step...
Sweet Ravine
There is a sweet ravine, but it cannot be seen...
Hence.
I wish to be known for standing hence.
The Waking World
Lay claim to the vibrant ebullience that is the waking world...
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Throne of Straits
My friends, coffee is not music. It's true that you can sometimes get away with playing loudly, and some people do, in fact, believe it sounds better. This principle does not apply to a cuppa joe. The radioactive waste that my office serves in vacuum-sealed packages and labels as "coffee" is unfixable. Even if you... Continue Reading →
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