My friends say I smile for all the wrong reasons. —————————————————– Most of the time, I smile for no reason at all. ————————————————– Maybe I was born with a stupid smirk on my face. ————————————————- But whenever I walk into this cafe. ——————————————— And wander into her perfect world. —————————————– This meaningless smile is a…
THE DOOR HAS never swung shut ever since we left it so, creaking on its hinges, slightly broken. We kept it leaning out a little, as if we agreed its openness was an invitation we would take up when we felt braver to explore the house of our separate strangeness and particular fears. We had…
YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union I thought was blessed. I never had the heart to move it even as it perches precariously on…
TIME FOR one last cup. I still dream of coffee. I still dream of dipping my fingers in eddies of swirling froth and suffer the distant warmth fading with the passing of time. I still jump out of bed with a start, disoriented, roused by a whistling kettle that’s never there, struggling with tangled sheets, hoping to catch a…
“From where I sit, I can still see your teaspoon stop mid-stir, thin wisps of steam rising from your mug – your Holy Grail – and then you’re gone. You never said so much as a goodbye or thanks. You just went ahead, choking on either the teaspoonful of cappuccino or the bitter words that…
photo credit: anna cox
Preserving a b-day tradition. Words: NGT, “The Caffeine Chronicles” My Pretzel Logic Video Footage: Jubafilms
Since we’re into videos as of late, I’m posting this slightly-tweaked, short video, which disappeared when i deleted my old Google account recently. Those expecting the “inevitable” appearance of Zooey Deschanel will be sorely disappointed. I wrote this short poem (?) some time back as a tribute to old Johnny, habitue of this cafe I…
FOR LOSS OF WORDS is about love, loss, the art of photography and a million words. I wrote this piece for a friend of mine after parting ways with her photographer boyfriend. This one’s written from the photog’s point of view. Read by an amazing woman, Christina Gregory (formerly Brownlee), it is one of my…
YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it; half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union I thought was blessed. I never had the heart to move it even as it…
My friends tell me i smile for all the wrong reasons. Most of the time, i really do for no reason at all. Maybe i was born with a stupid smirk on my face. But whenever i walk into this cafe and wander into her perfect world, this meaningless smile is a noun wanting to…
ALL AT ONCE, the pressured air engulfed me, consumed me, every read pages of me, every frayed nerve twitching in your flow. This woke me up, mid-flight — a thought whose weightlessness lingers like scent — and left me wondering whether, even for a second, I was ever asleep. running on memory’s sidewalk i walked…
Marjorie Evasco’s breathtaking literary prose is herein featured in The Caffeine Chronicles. ———————– THE DOOR HAS never swung shut ever since we left it so, creaking on its hinges, slightly broken. We kept it leaning out a little, as if we agreed its openness was an invitation we would take up when we felt braver…
AND SO IT came to pass that on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, he stuffed his travel case with everything he needed, reminding himself to travel light. He carefully closed the door of his room; just enough to hear the latch click into place, and that was it, the…
My Pretzel Logic 