Yearly Archives: 2008

coffee stop

I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris café: where’s the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These wimpy servers are too pale and worried to pull it off. You were talking about … Continue reading

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Metcalfe

here’s the thing: I knew only the edges of the man to others went the task of knowing him yet here I am writing of his life and death stewing in my ignorance so you get this form of ignorance … Continue reading

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gray

She poses on the couch our old cat, Circe, reading our emotions as she sits. She waits for sun to shift around the heavens and bring the warmth to her arthritic hip. At noon she likes to walk around the … Continue reading

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