Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach

Sometimes it’s subtle but every day, here we were, just finding beauty in what could be someone else’s mess.  What do you see? Call me crazy but I guess that’s the perspective of it all. DEATH, MUSTARD, AND RORSCHACH The year everyone died all at onceYou would sneak condiment packets from the break-room drawers andContinue reading “Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach”