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promptly percolated 

brew your groundsand gulp it down; the poem’s found only in the stain that remains.  :: A second offering for:

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cumin in my coffee

  smells like feet. but it was too early to find the cinn -amon. start over. grind and brew. and please pass the nutmeg.

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Her Dark(Roast) Side

Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee. Everybody shut up. Coffee. – found poem seen on a chalkboard in a tiny coffee shop (and repeated ad nauseam by my 5-year-old nephew, who can already read). ..   Give her some magic … Continue reading

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brewing words

i drink too much coffee. see, when i reach the bottom of my cup i’m supposed to get up and do something be -sides play with all the fun words. and it’s over -cast today, so all i want to … Continue reading

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The Higher Concentration of Tamping Down

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The Upstairs Girlfriend Chronicles

. This morning, chuffed and sharp cuffed, heart linked to the rising sun, he is smug -gler of coffee and cronuts, contraband worthy of its brown cardboard wrapping. Swirl the milky cream into its depths, clearing your ………………(heart) mind of … Continue reading


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Spangling Spoons

“The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.” – Emerson … First we number them mad -ly, badly, knowing a few ……………………..(achoo) are sure to go missing. We scoop s(p)un sugars of every hue, measure … Continue reading

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