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!
Tag Archives: coffee
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 aContinue 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 call My coffee in too small a cup sits with me at a table that limps Construction worker walks from sandwich shop to truck, early enough for the dirty professions, still too early for the clean, those bleached-sterile Continue reading “Almost 8”
Poetry: Coffee for One
Laboriously she enters the coffee shop hair up, make up on, clothes clean, ready for war Always orders coffee for one Holding herself up on a push chair forearms flex with each step as they carry the familiar load. She hugs her history, heavy with disappointment, on each hip Sits alone at a table forContinue 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 mountainContinue 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 downAContinue reading “Poetry: Reinhart’s Cup”
The Coffee Ghost
The Coffee Ghost The 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 oneContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
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