TCC # 9
SOMETIMES ALL YOU need to do is close your eyes to see. Now, if I could just keep them closed a little longer. Soon…
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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…
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 perches precariously on…
The Caffeine Chronicles and Dancing the Night Away
I HAD THE night of my life earlier dancing with blogger friends Ese, Alastair, Yashie, Amber, Daile and Christina, along with a few others. I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for having the guts (and the balls, Alastair) to go out of your way just to humor me during…
The Last Brew
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…
The Scent of Cinnamon and Coffee on My Hair
IT IS official. I have forgotten how to write. It didn’t take more than a sentence to know that I won’t be getting anywhere. My thoughts could no longer command these brittle fingers to pry themselves open. Perhaps they have gotten so accustomed to wielding a pen that jabbing at a Chiclet keyboard seems so…
A Reading — Tempest in My Coffee Cup
“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…
Radiant
photo credit: anna cox
Deepest Black (My Pretzel Logic II)
Preserving a b-day tradition. Words: NGT, “The Caffeine Chronicles” My Pretzel Logic Video Footage: Jubafilms
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…
Like Waking Up To a Fresh Cup of Coffee: The Reader Appreciation Award
I WAS ABOUT to turn in the other night when I received a lovely comment from The Audacious Amateur Blogger or “J” – not her real name – of the delectably irreverent I am an Afterschool Special nominating me for the Reader Appreciation Award. My reaction was that of pleasant surprise. J just made my…
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…
My Pretzel Logic 