Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Business Close To Midnight


Better than expected

To put a smile on my face

A perfect stranger

Little things matter

They do

I’m exhausted though

So sleep

Breathe deep, quiet peace

Breathe it in

Turmoil will keep

Like that rust that never will


Martini, sip

Don’t spill it

Savor its ice-cold bite

Not crystal clear


Emptied the cocktail onion jar of the bits settled

Saturated at the bottom

Too much brine

A little off white

They’ll suffice







I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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