This piece of creative nonfiction is based on a journal entry I wrote in the early 1990s I sit alone in the coffee shop. It
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A Jolt of Caffeine to My Soul
Morning coffee Courses through my veins Like rich red blood Washes away the cobwebs That gathered in the night Becomes the hum That at least
A Jolt of Caffeine to My Soul
Morning coffee Courses through my veins Like rich red blood Washes away the cobwebs That gathered in the night Becomes the hum That at
My Grandmother’s Kitchen Table
I grew up with my divorced mother in my grandmother’s 200 year old New England farm house. The house had only been previously inhabited by
