in retrospect perhaps
i should not have made
that two o’clock pot
of joe
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hello
I am the girl from the coffee shop
(The Bird and the Bulldog) —
Though when I say “girl” I actually mean “woman of diminutive stature”
winter’s cold
… but God has blessed me far beyond imagining and keeps me warm and safe. specifically tonight, with two cups of tea and six inches of blankets.
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summer’s coming, winter’s running …
song for the day: “summer’s coming” by sean watkins, from the album blinders on it’s still spring — a fact about which a friend and i were arguing the other day. but the days are getting longer, the air is heating up, the bugs are coming out, and vegetables other than cabbages are being harvested.…
Read Moreashes, ashes
current tuneage: great lake swimmers, lost channels currently reading: deuteronomy just for the sake of clarification, this is what’s going on in my brain. no cancer, no tumor, no life-threatening condition (at the moment). the risk of something going wrong just increases 2% every year it goes untreated, so the likelihood of that happening would be much…
Read Moregallery of lost boys
i am writing this to prove to myself i haven’t forgotten how truth be told i am a bit rusty at the seams since it seems every poem i’ve written lately has revolved around a boy i couldn’t have or didn’t want to have, or who simply made me insatiably curious those are perhaps the…
Read Morekindred spirits
as a fan of l.m. montgomery’s anne series, i’m also a big fan of kindred spirits (“two minds with but a single thought,” and all that). i had coffee tonight with one of my kindred spirits, miss b. well, okay — ostensibly we had coffee, but she actually had earl grey and i had hot…
Read Morelovely strangers
i remember him we never spoke much a simple question and answer sufficed valued items changed hands the exchange was at an end three minutes, tops yet my cheeks flushed and i stammered every time — i remember you you were fascinating black plastic glasses, unkempt hair, tattoo maybe your name was ben alex, johnny,…
Read Morecoffeehouses: blackdog
a good latte is hard to beat. tomorrow i’m meeting a friend before work (or school, in her case) at blackdog, one of our favorite local coffeehouses. in kansas city we’re lucky to have a number of good coffeehouses — this one just happens to be close to both of us. they serve very good…
Read Moredass ist alles
hold my hand while i reminisce sit here and keep me quiet company i am 5,000 lonely miles away nine and eight and five years in the past help me remember the brilliance the rain and the cold and the smell of fresh coffee cigarette smoke drifting lazily through the air the priest chased us…
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