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Corridor Vol 5

This month one of our regular artists and poets, Kathleen McKeever, asked to run the circuit, dropping the zines off at her favorite places around town. It is fun to seek a few onto the newspaper rack at cafes and coffee shops, I don’t blame her. August, Volume 5 will be in & around town this weekend. Keep your eyes out for copies!

I dreamed I was married to…Denis Leary

  I dreamed I was married to… Denis Leary   What is this? The first in a series of dreams where I am married to a famous person was with Denis Leary. Dreams are a surreal forum. These are real dreams dreamt by me, a real person. My dream book tells me that when aContinueContinue reading “I dreamed I was married to…Denis Leary”

Almost 8

Morning offering of beer bottles gather on the last step laid over, laid up, slept past last callMy coffee in too small a cup sits with me at a table that limpsConstruction worker walks from sandwich shop to truck, early enough for the dirty professions, still too early for the clean, those bleached-sterile by fluorescent preserved in recycled airTrash inContinueContinue reading “Almost 8”

Poetry: Coffee for One

Laboriously she entersthe coffee shophair up, make up on,clothes clean, ready for warAlways orders coffee for oneHolding herself up on a push chairforearms flex with each stepas they carry the familiar load.She hugs her history,heavy with disappointment,on each hipSits alone at a table for sixcoffee servedshoulders back, chin upawaits a conversationthat never arrives Surrounded byContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Coffee for One”

The Coffee Ghost

Thinking of my dad today; this little story from 2010:The Dreamlake in the morning shone like polished glass. Looking around, the sun was peeking through the trees, shooting rays of light through the ground fog. Above, the clouds were changing colors like a slow moving kaleidoscope. Taking a deep breath of that full fresh mountain air,ContinueContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”

Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup

A green cupA handle for holding Ridges? Simple decoration.Held eight ounces easilyThis was your Grandpa’s cup.He loved that cup.The coffee doesn’t taste right to meDefected glaze, mother said,Don’t try to drink from it.I used it to hold my pens.She removed the pens and scissorsThat had been stabbed into placeShe turns it upside downA paper clipContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup”

The Coffee Ghost

The Coffee GhostThe lake in the morning shone like polished glass. Looking around, the sun was peeking through the trees, shooting rays of light through the ground fog. Above, the clouds were changing colors like a slow moving kaleidoscope. Taking a deep breath of that full fresh mountain air, I knew this was one ofContinueContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”