A deserted beach, shipwreck on the shore, Desolate remains of a life once shared, Before it was clear what fate had in store In Eden, with you, when our hearts were bared, Forbidden fruit can ne’er be un-eaten Once taught, good and evil can’t be un-learned Battles can’t be won once you’ve been beaten, Bridges … Continue reading Exiles and Enlightenments (a sonnet)-John W. Leys, Guest Barista
Summer Rain -Linda Lee Lyberg Can you smell the summer rain As it trickles, trickles, trickles down Washing away the grime and stain Appeasing the thirsty ground. I view it through my window It falls in pools, making wavy ripples As the warm wind blows to and fro The rain continues to trickle,trickle. Dribbling … Continue reading Summer Rain
Please forgive us for not looking past the laughter, for how could we have known that underneath all that light was a Genie crying out for his own wish to come true. Your magic saved us when we no longer wanted to be saved, it was you, Patch Adams, that kept the doctor away. You … Continue reading O captain! My captain!-A.G. Diedericks, Guest Barista
A. Marie/The Larkspur Horne
And I get torn
by he and she, tugged between
their diverging stars,
she tells me
that I have the makings of an owl,
the moles on my nose and right breast are just right,
how in the night she has thoughts of me
and breaks her wineglass against the table.
he tells me
that it is not cold beneath the window, because I am warmth,
a red celestial orbiting this fog ridden city, my hips, my shoulders
four fires on the water, balanced
upon lily pads, drifting out, away from him.
I get crunched
in the words they profess to me, frightened
at the prospect of never really loving anyone as they deserve to be.
of how empty are the rooms
I wander through, carrying my hot confection of water, brown sugar, honey.
I do not get lonely. It is odd.
Regardless if it be…
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chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air possibilities wind-blown leaves swirling at my feet edges newly turned crimson, pumpkin, gold some worship spring verdant and fertile but I am a woman of the North explosion of my … Continue reading Summer Falls Into Winter
I’ll never have the perfect face, be taller than five-five or catch a single freaking break. Won’t ever love mornings, follow crosswalk warnings or adore myself the way you do me. I’ll never tolerate the boring things, know how to sing without butchering the lyrics, write poems that don’t cuss because I don’t give a … Continue reading All The Things I’ll Never Be- Nicholas Gagnier, Guest Barista
By Charles Robert Lindholm I have a garden it is imaginary where my plants all live Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
We have only recently met But there is a sense of inexplicable Connection An easiness of souls Like greeting an old, dear friend Whom I share a deep History with As if we had shared A babysitter as toddlers And peanut butter sandwiches and Fritos In the lunchroom in grammar school And protected each … Continue reading My Dear Companion
Dance With Me -Linda Lee Lyberg, 2006 Dance with me as the morning light Creeps unto our bed. Hold me close, caress me dear Be a pillow for my head. Dance with me when I am sad Wipe my blues and tears away Whisper sweet musings into my ear And tell me you’ll always stay. … Continue reading Dance With Me