Cold Coffee Chronicles

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Winter Meditation

We watched splinters shiver

Towards the sun, perched

Like juniper berries thirsting heat.

“Even the birds are confused”, I said.

Perhaps I should exchange flowers

Or myself there,

But its easier to blame

The bird-brained for

My own uncertainty. 

I am finite

So unlike

The sunlight gleaming

On a raven’s feathers. Unfettered,

Our cilia dance like wheat-grass

Thawing in abnormal January


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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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