On a fall morning
I was woken by crowing
A cup of coffee
A distant dream of harpies
Eyes opening to watch me
I’m available to beta read poetry manuscripts or fiction, non-fiction, etc.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
On a fall morning
I was woken by crowing
A cup of coffee
A distant dream of harpies
Eyes opening to watch me
I’m available to beta read poetry manuscripts or fiction, non-fiction, etc.