Coffee Anyone?

Perched on a tall, pebbly-gray vinyl chair in my grandparent's cozy kitchen, I stare at the coffee pot sitting on the stove, willing the liquid inside to begin playing its game of peek-a-boo in the clear glass knob on top. I hear it before I see it. I watch as my grandpa removes the pot…

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Just a Poem I Wrote (Because sometimes that’s what I do…)

Memories of My Childhood   Standing on tiptoe, my eyes search the dark recesses of the closet…   There it is.   I reach up, slide the box off the shelf, and crouch down.   Gently I place the box on the floor in front of me.   I peel back the cardboard flaps, somewhat…