A Morning For Roses

A Morning For Roses It’s strange to meet November wearing September’s formal dresses Of liquid gold maples, rusty oaks and 70 degree days. Who knows why this season is thusly changed? I don’t complain. At any rate my garden explodes in rose blooms – one particular variety so fragrant it’s almost obscene. I only take a […]

Coffee Shop

5am on Mondays I wake to give 5.5 hours to the world. I tamp espresso grounds, percolate drip coffee, giggle with other baristas, burn myself on every hot surface. Regulars arrive and leave. First names attach themselves to faces. Empty hands are outfitted in cups. I’m still learning their particulars but I can nail a […]

Kettle of Fish

Observing from a corner In our local coffee shop I overheard white-haired women Discussing a recent tragedy. He was a teacher in Carrolton. They were separated. He thought she had a lover. He went to her home at 3am. He stabbed her to death Then shot himself. “Pretty kettle of fish,” they said, As though this violent theft […]

This is why.

When I am tired, overworked, thoughts packed together like beans in a jar, sleep closes its door to me. I become someone else. Less patient, less gracious. My ability to perceive, to structure my responses is limited to instinctual instead of intentional.   This is why I choose a life of less in the conventional sense. […]

What Happens in the Corner Cupboard

Eclectic clutter, Quirky knick knacks Clamoring quietly in close quarters. Heathcliff rants rhetorically against the sunny outlook of James Herriot. Tiffany finds the adventures of the Pevensie children patently stupid but holds her tongue. Thesaurus sleeps and drools synonyms into books below, An alliterative leak Pooling into the frustrated French dictionary who whines nasally at the […]