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a solitary chord a floating sound a quiet sunday afternoon a green patch of grass a tamarind tree a hammock of slumber a waking boy a listening ear a longing heart a flick of the wrist a strum of the guitar a reluctant song a rising arpeggio a perfect octave a muted key a pause…

What It Means

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…

I Tripped on a Metaphor Named Stephen King

STRUGGLING WITH my next The Caffeine Chronicles blog entry reminded me of my writing roots and greatest writing influence.  It brought me back to my early university days when I was left out whenever my college friends would talk about a Stephen King book and which macabre or gory scene didn’t make it in the…

Streaks

SOME PEOPLE can’t write and paint their flats at the same time.  I’m one of them. (but soon…) artwork credit: “We Who See,’ mixed media, by Maranda Pleasant.

Two Songs

I HAVE A thing for women who sing very well, especially in live performances. Charlotte O’Connor is one of them. Shine On has the melodic signatures of Adele, Nelly Furtado and Sarah McLachlan (she shares the same writers with the first two), but Charlotte, I believe, raises the bar by deftly and stylishly getting through…

Fear/Fear

I.  Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror…   II.  Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror… …then hearing a gravelly voice from one of the cubicles whisper:  “That’s right, dude. Now would…

For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still)

For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still) — “The Caffeine Chronicles” Number 4. This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion.  You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one, pressed…

Neil

A visual interpretation of a popular quote: “Have you ever been in love?  Horrible isn’t it?  It makes you so vulnerable.  It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.  You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole…

Kearney

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-48Kf-3S_M&feature=player_embedded#!

Like road trips on open roads
Windows down sun setting and fresh new clothes
Shoes off so you can stop reflect on all these paths unfolding
With these staffs that are pulling in this world so controlling
It’s not always best to take the interstate
Sometimes the most is on the windy coast way
‘Cause wide is the path pulling astray
Narrow is the truth in these days
But all the while I hear a still small voice say
You climbed the cliffs rocked the desert on your very own
Swam the seas, sang the songs with the sweetest tones
The beaches you’ve combed, moons you’ve roamed the love you’ve shown
But all the while a voice calls you home

(sorry, can’t help it)

The Very Inspiring Blogger Award

“Overwhelmed” is an understatement.  As often the case, words diminish what I truly feel in light of two nominations yesterday for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award from two outstanding and more deserving blogs namely, reconstructingchristina and Single Again, and the admirable ladies behind them.  Thank you both!  You see, the award is all about inspiration. …

Chardonnay

AS FIREWORKS light the horizon tonight, somewhere in the world, somebody just like me will be opening a bottle of Chardonnay to say goodbye to the passing year.  He will air it a bit, shake a little, sniff a little, and then bribe it with recurring promises he can never keep.  But tonight is unlike…

Pretzel Logic in Makeup and Jeans

DESPITE THE effeminate title, no, Pretzel Logic had not crossed the other side of the gender fence! :) I just wanted you to know that Annie Walden, who made a cameo appearance in my What it Means video, recently interviewed me at her fascinating style blog, Makeup and Jeans.   Again, no, I was not interviewed…

Operation B.S.

THE WAR rages on.  As I’ve said before, I am, more than ever, bent on quitting smoking.  To succeed, I will need a combination of smarts and pinpoint strategy to deliver the desired results.  The perfect blueprint for my war against smoking had just been signed, sealed and delivered.  I call it Operation B.S., which…

Tempest in My Coffee Cup

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…

Do I?

Somebody once had the courage to tell me:  “You have been writing all about Love, but you do not know how to love.” To that I had no reply.  No gallant comeback.  Not because she was right, but because I didn’t know how to tell her that all I’ve been writing about is Hurt. (pretzel…

Revisited

(Feb. 2006) Do you still remember when we found ourselves lost in this place, blindfolded and numb, yet feeling an old strangeness like when two souls stray on a barren land or near open sea alone? We felt it, the sudden gust of wind that brushed harshly on our skin.  Those unmistakable straws that lay…

The Gaiman Twins

I THINK IT was on one of those austere days in August around 5 years ago when I received a cryptic e-mail from an anonymous source.  The mail contained a single quote (which I am posting here), nothing else.  No covering note, no name, no forward address except for the source’s e-mail add: davidsmurts@yahoo.com. Curiosity…

What it Means

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…

Gimme Some Air!

New Macbook Air is the Future of Notebooks by Charles Jade Beginning his presentation by waxing philosophical on the impact of iOS devices on Apple industrial design, Jobs rhetorically asked what would happen if an iPad and a MacBook Air “hooked up?” The result is the new MacBook Air. Proving the rumormongers right, the new…

The Night Morgan Freeman Read PretzelLogic

NOVEMBER 22, 2008; 7:45PM. We were forty-five minutes late and counting. My ride hurtled along the rain-drenched Ayala Avenue. It was a Saturday and, thankfully, evening traffic was light. As we turned left towards Rufino Street, our car barely missed collision with a slow-moving taxicab. My friend John was behind the wheel. Seeing that we’ve…

Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines (Video)

Andy Garcia reads Pablo Neruda. …What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though…

A First Attempt at Definitions

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…