Morning Tea

The sun isn’t coming up; the sky permanently tea-stained in rings that show how slowly the imbiber supped his brew.   So slowly, perhaps, that it fermented, changing the very nature of the tea, crinkling the leaves into soggy angles that floated like powder.   Light spills forth like liquids from a mug or bowl […]

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Sunrise in the City

I feel the pressure of Fixed gazes from Broken sockets and Valves that let the Steam evaporate, But never drip, Into the heatless air. My hear races as I sit in place, In my place, Paralyzed about Whether or not to Venture into the Frozen expanse Of cold snow and gazes. They are only curious, […]

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