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Missed Cup

I smell your coffee, locked away behind your front door. Sitting on your breakfast table built for two carved legs holding the circular circus of the morning. I smell your coffee, trapped in the air outside your home. Greeting the... Continue Reading →

Cold Seattle Night Starbuck

Seattle Scared. Middle of the street lights reflect on wide, dark windows into her desperate present. It is very hot, and as she takes it into her two small hands, she is so careful to get it to her face--inhales.... Continue Reading →

Coffee Ritual

Drip drip drip Water scalding to touch Finds its way through rivulets The many little dark pieces Of my Italian roasted heart Instantly heady with espresso aroma Whipping the cold milk Into piles of white froth Taste the cream, sweet... Continue Reading →

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