A Glass Raised to the Unknown
You don’t meet whiskey— you collide with it.
No one tells you the first sip isn’t about taste.
It’s about threshold. It sears before it soothes,
humbles before it welcomes.
Joy-Jayne
The Bird Came Today
The rain came mean, needling through the trees,
slipping into my collar, licking its way down my spine.
I let it take me.
The wooden bench beneath me groaned, heavy with rot,
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The Underground Effect
Gaze from a Hiking Summit Perspective
Sitting here on the summit after my first hike of the year, I feel quiet inside. The view is stunning. Hills roll into the distance. The air
Hello
It begins with the air shifting,
a sound breaking the rhythm of the ordinary—
a word so common it vanishes
into the seams of a day, fully unnoticed—
Hello.
Do you know its