brew…

by Matt Herron

nothing like a hot cup of tea to fire the mind and prop the eyelids open when night sets in. dodge the shackles of sleep, just a few more hours. escape from routine in the pages of a novel or sip the steaming liquid as you roll the first lines of a poem around your mouth long enough to leave a taste. eventually, sleep quietly overcomes …

i dream of the tragic desperation of an aged king… of perfect harmonic cadences… of ships lost on tumultous seas… of a beggar girl’s queenly radiance

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