Notes on Coffee Before Sunrise

Crows calling in the deep blue/black, star filled dawn; invisible among the bare tree crowns and frosted roof tops. Restless, wrathful the dark id side of night’s sweet slumber. A drunken mob fleeing from what they have done searching for another. Fleeing above the here and there house lights, the glittering pearl sparkle in aContinue reading “Notes on Coffee Before Sunrise”