French Press and Severe Weather
by Logan Roberts A tool of tradition, a trinity of tridents.Crystallized furrowed brows crumblingunder the weight of pests in control.In control, not: caring, loving, conceiving,convincing, in control.Writing fiction in non-fiction. Spoiling the bodywith fruit mush left out in the sun.This is beyond raisins. Beyond empty gravescast in a shadow of doubt. The salt was only salt.A district at the core,a tradition of bloody tridents, bent and broken,scrambled like eggs in a rusty …