The Mugs – POEM #25 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019
There are three mugs on my table none of them are for drinking But they were once used for coffee now they just fill with solid.. no liquids… One I bought from Hawaii I sometimes put pens in it or pencils or pins bu now there are some stickies in it looking out at you… not sure what.. some crap…. some scribbles The other one … Continue reading The Mugs – POEM #25 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019