A sonnet comparing life with a dusty crystal cup laying empty in a room.

Trapped in a hole of despair. no hope, no nothin. juss you, yourself and pain.

All our trials have a purpose…

Just a coffee poem.

I want to ride with the angels as they flow within His glory. I want to get high on extravagant praise and feed a love starved world on a passion feast.

A short poem about drinks and grandmothers.

A creative story.

Obsessed with my need for caffeine.

A Haiku about a Cup.

Short story.