In the midst
Of White Russians and
Bloody Marys,
Screwballs and
Whisky sours…
What lies beneath
How does deep love feel? Sort of soggy, rich, like the humus of a forest floor. That’s as close as I can get. Stuff grows from it. It feeds everything we know. Connects us to everyone we have ever known, or will know. Roots us. Nurtures us, nourishes us. All this life truly is, along…
Spell check
We avoid the
unconventional,
Curse the
inconvenient…