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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. – T.S. Eliot .. Holding quiet breath and pouring another cuppa. Hear the clock? It’s mocking us. Tick tick ticks me off, really, all these little boxes awaiting checks. All … Continue reading
.. she speaks in smallish syllables, pocket songs. give her a moment with the moon, a measuring of spoons, the spill of sea. she’ll free it from latitude and long -itude of praise, phrase it bijou on the bayou, wayward … Continue reading
Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee. Everybody shut up. Coffee. – found poem seen on a chalkboard in a tiny coffee shop (and repeated ad nauseam by my 5-year-old nephew, who can already read). .. Give her some magic … Continue reading
i drink too much coffee. see, when i reach the bottom of my cup i’m supposed to get up and do something be -sides play with all the fun words. and it’s over -cast today, so all i want to … Continue reading