Sad Cafe

September 28, 2018 at 12:43 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

My grieving is baked
in your pretty fairy cakes
and sold for a pound.

Make me a coffee
and I will pretend to smile,
but this is hurting.

Those angels know me,
(we share a chocolate cake)
And, for now, are gone.

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Croatia Wakes

July 27, 2018 at 10:29 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Coffee and conversation carve limestone hollows, whetting our minds of clay, till we uproot and rough ride the Istrian hills
On a renewed mission to unlock answers from this paleolithic sleep.

As early ears surface, the turn of a mlin za kavu, and the smallest window stands ajar,
Inside, we lay a table of morning stories
And drink our shared earth from a searching cup.

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