Exiles and Enlightenments (a sonnet)-John W. Leys, Guest Barista

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

Nine Small Sighs

A. Marie/The Larkspur Horne

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.

And so,
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.
Somewhat unaware
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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All The Things I’ll Never Be- Nicholas Gagnier, Guest Barista

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