Tag: Coffee House Writers
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Cycle Of Life
With the cycle of the worldlife cycles from life to deathnew to old rusty to shine For too long they forget the tiny detailsfocus solely on the larger scalebut it’s the little things that matter The smell of flowers on a spring morningThe water dripping from the leaves The soft buzzing of the bees The ... -
Rising
Rising, clinging to the sea wall Mammoth Barnacle has been stepping up to see One’s light. Deep down below in the sea of seas, tiny jellyfish Pinks has the same idea. She stretches her tentacles, touches one of the steps of Mammoth. Mammoth’s nerves send a current down Pinks’ arm-like tentacles. Pinks retreats. Thinking of ... -
Mr. Keith’s House – Part III
Ramon A harsh raspy voice repeats my name; the house knows I’m here. Does it also comprehend why I’m here? It doesn’t matter; I will investigate when I’m ready and not on its terms. With that thought in mind, I ignore the call upstairs and finish unpacking. There is another bedroom on the ground floor, ... -
Yule
Snow lay heavy on the ground around their shop, but the cold hardly touched them inside despite the cracked door. Ingrid sat in front of the hearth and warmed her hands while she stirred a bubbling concoction in the pot. As she worked, she hummed. It was the first night of Yule. A fire was ... -
A Handicap
I can’t record audiobooks in this country because of my heavy accent. When I audited for an organization I support, they said, “In America We employ American accents.” I said, “I’m an American. My accent is American,” but they wouldn’t hear me. I have such a lovely voice – Loud, Affirmative Expressive. ... -
Picking Up Her Broken Pieces
In a faraway land called Afghanistan, I hear her break his wine goblet, shattering the bowl to tiny bits. Bouncing, ricocheting off surfaces, broken pieces scatter to places unseen. He bellows, blames, name calls her. She screams back. Her voice, strong and bold echoes through the walls. Every crawling ant stops. He uses his hands ... -
Dear Danny (an Epistolary Poem)
Dear Danny, I know your new residence is not far from here. I’m afraid “Here” happens to be the courthouse lockup. Yep! I am under arrest. But I am innocent, as you know, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. It was not my fault that the drunk’s jaw accidentally connected with my fist just before he ... -
Division 13: Part 1
Stepping Out of the Shadows Crime will become so rampant by 2050 that most of humanity retreats into virtual reality. Lack of participation in governments grew, and those in power began cracking down to lower crime. This becomes harsher and impedes people’s freedoms. As a result, humanity retreats in increasing numbers. Though some choose to ... -
Holiday Haikus
Still Blessed I am always stressedI’m completely a hot messBut I still feel blessed Your Star I hope you still knowYou always make my heart glowYour star in the snow