Tom Strong

Dark Roast

pour-over coffee carafe at dawn watching grounds rise and fall before tipping the kettle again every ten seconds time enough to think how in a trillion years the last red dwarf runs out of fuel no...

Moonshine

A gypsy moth mistakes the incandescence from a bulb in the porch ceiling as a sextant moon. I watch from the rocker sipping liquor from a jar in the inescapable heat sympathizing...