Spirits
she closes her eyes rubs the toy lamp wishing to be a bottle of gin to get close to cared for and loved by…
she closes her eyes rubs the toy lamp wishing to be a bottle of gin to get close to cared for and loved by…
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 gypsy moth mistakes the incandescence from a bulb in the porch ceiling as a sextant moon. I watch from the rocker sipping liquor…