At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair. [...]
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A few minutes from now, you’ll never know we were here (a poem)
Taking photographs and drinking coffee this morning. There’s no film left in the camera the shutter clicks the motor whirs but nothing comes out Condensation forms on the boxes of newly retrieved film packs my fingerprints visible in the damp as I pour another cup A thin sludge of grounds leaves a trail inside the [...]
Grounds (a poem)
Ah, coffee! Tasty and inspiring… The residue collects at the bottom of the cup becoming the grit in my last swallow like accidentally drinking sand from the beach drink after the spill I rinse and I rinse but I still feel the crunch between my teeth and I wonder how to rid myself of the [...]
Ordinary Average Thoughts 