Freshly Brewed available now on Amazon in paperback and Kindle.


Freshly brewed is now available on Amazon as a Kindle eBook, and paperback.
Free Kindle give-away is from June 14th to June 18th.
I received 10 paperback copies on Sunday. I just stared at them, flipped through one, snapped a photo, and got on with my day.
Such a feat to finish, with times where the manuscript sat there without a thought, then once I had decided to go ahead and publish through Amazon, which I agonized over – weighing options and considering myself, the book, the company, and looking at choices other self-published authors had made.
It feels good to have it out here. Reader feedback has been extremely positive, and I’m excited to share it with a small part of the world.
I’ve had some thing happening – a case of Covid, which hit me pretty hard even though I’d been vaccinated and boosted (3 doses). After that, my ear was clogged up like constant water jostling in my ear every time I moved my head, and it was hard to write, difficult to concentrate, and a challenge to accomplish any work at all. I made an appointment with an ENT and, of course, the symptoms began to clear, but I kept the appointment just in case there was a greater issue and to confirm there was no issue. I had that appointment today.
In addition to all of that, my car has been almost cutting out while I’m driving, and I took it into the shop before I took a trip to visit family. It died once on the way there, but started right back up. Now, I have another appointment to have it looked at yet again, and I believe I asked them to ‘actually look at the problem this time, because anyone who drives it will know there is a problem with the car.’ That’s what you get when you return my afternoon phone call at 8am the next morning before I’ve had coffee, I guess.
In the original appointment they said the diagnostics said there wasn’t a problem with the system, and to bring it back if the warning lights came back on. The warning lights were still on when I picked it up at the end of the day, and they’ve advised me of $1800 worth of work that they say needs immediate attention, which I am taking with a grain of salt until the do right by the original complaint.
I need to find a job since I quit my part time job due to reasons I won’t get into here, but that situation cost me $3000 to fix, and I couldn’t go to claims court for reasons I also won’t get into. This situation has made my financial situation precarious, and I’ve waited to find work until my car gets fixed so that I have reliable transportation.
My hope is to be able to keep writing, and making art, and writing songs, and playing music, but it looks like I will be looking for full time work with benefits, and possible relocation, which is all pretty big change in direction. I am grateful for every moment I have been able to work towards dreams, and it’s difficult to change gears, but I believe my ability to adapt and make a way for myself in this world.
Thank you all for your support through this past year.
May your coffee always be hot unless you like it cold.
Morning came again anyway
Headache
Buttons pressed
The making and unmaking
Without end
Fill the cup
Empty the cup
Tidy
Mess it all up
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Until the song stops hurting
And the aroma becomes pleasant
And each breath welcome again
Drink deeply then
Of life
~ Freshly Brewed Excerpt by Wendy Kheiry
Hold me firmly in your hands
Secure me
Breathe in deeply, and sip carefully from my essence
I yield
I yield
Whisper my name in the dark and the dawn
Every season, every day
Let each letter of my name linger on your tongue
I yield
“Coffee,” you say, “Je t’adore.”
I was loved once
Not by the woman who bore me
Nor by the one who raised me
Not by the man who acquired me
Nor by the one who may not know I exist
I was loved by ghosts
Goddesses and gods
Spiders and birds
Trees and flowers
I was loved once by a dream
And once again by a song
Though I learned to love people
I did not know
I might still not know
How to be loved
It is a skill taught so young that those who learn
Forget it was ever a lesson
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J’ai été aimée une fois
Pas par la femme qui m’a porté
Ni par celle qui m’élevé
Pas par l’homme qui m’atenue
Ni par lui qui me sait pas si j’existe
J’ai été aimée par les fantômes
Déesses et dieux
Les araignées et les oiseaux
Des arbres et des fleures
J’ai été aimée une fois par un rêve
Et une fois par une chanson
Même si j’ai appris a aimer les personnes
Je ne savais pas
Je ne sais peut-être tourjours pas
Comment être aimée
C’est une competence à prendue quand on est si jeune que ceux qui l’apprendre
Oblient que c’etait une fois une leçon
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Excited to be working with a translator for this introduction, and the section introductions to my poetry book Freshly Brewed, a coffee table poetry book about objectification, trauma recovery, learning to relate to other people, relationships, and coffee. Point of view is often from the coffee.