Cold Coffee Chronicles

Poetry, fiction, children’s stories, and more


Our blood is alphabet soup. Poured from the same vessel. Symbols glommed together that mean nothing, until properly arranged.

These letters, my loves, mean we’re bound by blood. A recipe of hormones and genetic trails. A history of cysts and eyes blue like a glacier stream.

For now, our formulas lay contained in little baggies of blood within my womb. When we meet there will be 2 hearts outside of me.

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About Me

An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.


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