The First Cup

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“We don’t seem quite adequate for the age.
Rather, we are the very picture of incorrect:
a tad too polished, a tad too certain,
and our cups overfloweth with cream!”

Drawn fresh from the tap, these first poems carry a life of their own. Through language that evokes distant or half-remembered worlds, the reader is invited quietly into reflection, into a space where image and interior experience meet without explanation, and something ancient stirs.

These poems are a gentle invitation home—to attention, to feeling, and to the subtle rhythms of the inner world.

It can be found here.