By Alexandra L. Hemrick
Before the water
even starts to boil,
the firm pulse
of kinetic molecules,
moves through the
morning light
obstructed
by
dust.
An old campfire
percolator-
the way I
like to brew
my Joe,
the strongest drink
I drink these days.
A mug, handpainted
by another hand,
holds three delicate
letters naming me
while it waits-
full of potential-
to hold
more.
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I sit for long periods of time thinking over a cup or three of coffee and read lots of books. When inspiration hits, I see this picture of something I should say and then as my fingers grasp my pen or touch my keyboard, the words come. I write anything and in any genre I feel fits the moment. Find me at originaltitle.wordpress.com
I sit for long periods of time thinking over a cup or three of coffee and read lots of books. When inspiration hits, I see this picture of something I should say and then as my fingers grasp my pen or touch my keyboard, the words come. I write anything and in any genre I feel fits the moment. Find me at originaltitle.wordpress.com _______________________________________
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