Looking up and looking out one sunny Cincinnati day
by L. Jay Mozdy
Aright, I’ve got the rent, which leaves food and gas this month. I could ride the…
I stepped into the elevator this morning to go out and have a coffee. I wanted to sit at my table in the back corner of my favorite…
The beat-up old coffee maker is making more noise than coffee. Brewing time has stretched to almost ten minutes. I might have to get a new…
“How many times have I told you to stay away from them? They’re so — crepuscular.” Chad and I had just broken up.
a morning coffeeblack, bitter, dash of sugarlife waiting in froth.