Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.
I held the coins just over her hand. ‘You’re going to have to come and get them,’ I replied. As I watched her fingers, waiting for their …
I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
It’s not easy having a wrist fetish when you’re half awake and just want your morning coffee…..if men only knew what the sight of their wrists can do to a woman. Well, this woman. Inspired by a conversation at a Melbourne Writers’ Meeting.
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just spill it over my dress
a letter
i could suckle the sticky coconut milk from the corners of your mouth
Joni Mitchell has a lot to answer for…
I couldn’t stand the coffee in town until ‘The Hedgehog’, the café nearby, hired Kwan to increase its floor staff from one to two, and no…
A little town away from home, sometime people just stay in your head.
In truth I prefer the shoes.
in response to a prompt offered up by the Graphic Scratch – “people watching”
Picking up this Kundalini Captive / A snake in sheep’s clothing,
Funny what comes to mind with a good cup of coffee. DANILO LEJARDI / was inspired to create this amazing art piece by same name MORNING COFFEE BY DANILO LEJARDI /
salty black coffee
salty black coffee
Moaning from her rigid lips, / to get what she deserves, / monotonous…
This poem pictures some people who have come into a coffee house to escape the streets and seek musical comfort, with differing results. The fourth dimension is time.
_Does she judge my painted nails and ear decorations? / Or does she really see that I too am searching for God in the gentle light of thi…
Written in a moment of inspiration whilst sipping a cup of coffee in a cafe.
It was the same routine every time. I would wander around for a certain amount of time then stumble into the Fiction & Literature section…
A short story that was caused out of boredom.
If you were to see me now, crossed legged in my chair / Just crawled out of bed, pj’s on and ruffled hair / I’d offer you coffee, breakfast…
written on Saturday 19 June 2009 at 8am…. over coffee I welcome critical reviews of my work…please bubble me if you have any constructive comments….
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When does boyhood finish / And an adult life begin? / Some seem to think it happens / When he finally “gets it in”
I was thinking about my own childhood and the concept of growing up, wondering if I should try it. Then I thought about those who are less fortunate and who, as a consequence of where they’re born, have their youth stolen, often to fund our pleasures. These links tell more: Children mining diamonds / Child labour India / Water Africa / Water Latin America / Child soldiers
In memory of a cafe I visited in the Mountains where it struck me what a simple and reflective ceremony having coffee is … often leaving you in a different place than where you started
Good morning. / Blink away the dreams / So they fall from your lashes to / Sprinkle your lap like falling stars / Dig your fingers into the m…
My favorite kind of mornings.
When times get tough, it pays to just keep walking.
mmm, a story idea I’ve had in my head for awhile now, feedback? tah.
I will take my skinless pear and eat it with brown sugar / And drink my coffee wrapped in my cloak of clouds
sometimes my fingers lose control and lose all connection with my logic
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