“We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

d’Verse prosery “Coffee, Dear?” “That would be great, Darling. Cream please.” “Yes, Dear. So, what’s on your mind this morning?” Thoughtfully, Mr. Li stirred his dark poison and raised it to his lips. “We may have a lead, Yevgenia.” “That’s wonderful, Yìchén! Now Mr. Wang will definitely give you that promotion!” “Well, we’re not certain… Continue reading “We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

Coffee, or: Ambrosia

My 1st copla real One point at the back of my head That is where all the caffeine goes I quiver, held up by a thread Until thick dark ambrosia flows Without which I'd rather be dead Lethargy and feebleness spread My mind convulsing in dry throes Running late is what I most dread While… Continue reading Coffee, or: Ambrosia