Broken teeth and second-degree burns (A poem)

A pantoum inspired by physical sensations and the occasional mind-body struggle. When it feels as though my teeth are about to shatter and the hot and cold shoot down to the pit of my stomach I have to remember that mere physical sensations aren’t supposed to matter Steady concentration is supposed to put me back on [...]

The brandy chronicles (A poem)

As a moderate drinker, I don’t much like the stronger stuff (generally speaking, anything stronger than Bailey’s). Once or twice a year, though, I do enjoy a bit of brandy…   1 Caramel or with coffee smooth in amber deceptively intoxicating bewitching to the senses tingling upon my tongue Given enough time I would drink you [...]