

Empty Cups (Poem)
He opens the cupboard A set of coffee cups —The first picks of course With their voluptuous curvature And the type of handles That a...
Melissa Rose Miller
Aug 26, 2022


Mid October (Poem)
A cup of coffee, Too hot to drink. He was reading Gandhi, And she was in her ink. What are you writing? He wished to ask. But voiceless...
Melissa Rose Miller
Nov 11, 2020