Thursday, March 13, 2014


as I grip
the coffee mug
listening to
the slow drip
of liquid hitting
the glass pot
inhaling the aroma
awaiting the taste
of the hot
flowing coffee
on my tongue. 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Black and White

The temperature 
continues to drop
a chill rising
as I sit
here writing
smelling bread baking,
calming me
as Joan Crawford 
sings on the television,
I watch her dance
twirling in song
with my colors
painting the page, 
I wonder 
if only we
could go back
to black and white.