A Caffeinated Writer

A whistle sounds off from the stovetop,  and the aroma of coffee overwhelms me as I pour myself another espresso.  Caffeine is worth gold in my home,  so my clumsy hands are careful not to spill. spill like the stories trickling down from my fingers, late at night when I am overflowing,  covering white spaces…

Memories

You are the lead character in all my favorite memories.I keep our stories boxed away on the top shelf of my brain,in safe keep, just out of sight from all the clutter of the day to day.But not so far out of reach, so that I might still always have their comfort on the occasional rainy day.I can…