The first fall drizzle blew into Fayetteville this weekend, and though it wasn’t yet cold enough to kindle the fireplaces, someone in the neighborhood tried. The smoke came wafting down the road and through my open window. There is a gathering up in Autumn, and not of leaves. I smell it in the fires and […]
I am a helpless, habitual coffee drinker. For the most part, I don’t drink yuppie, frothy coffee. No, I drink the black stuff, the kind that tastes like ash. I drink it like it’s a badge of American masculinity, I guess. My grandpa used to say, “real men take their coffee the way God intended […]
The final six poems from our recent Twitter poetry party.
Below are six more poems edited from our recent Twitter poetry party, all inspired and prompted by The Republic of Tea
Tea poems you can drink up. Including Orion, catholic schools, and jazz. Not your ordinary fare.