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

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
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.