People still meet the old-fashioned way. It was a startling realization, but sweet. Elliot-Anne smiled back at the boy across the café. She thought maybe
“The Whole Earth is Our Hospital”
Earlier this summer, a short personal essay of mine was published by Critical Read, a non-profit publisher committed to artistry and literacy. I highly recommend
Honey Oat Latte, Hot
Recently, a small vignette of mine was selected to be shared by CaféLit, a site that pairs stories with beverages. As such, I am not
The Philosopher
Poetry as a metaphorical art is all about connections, about synthesizing seemingly disparate things to show how they are at once like and unlike. Although
Seeking Sobriety: Prayer and Practice in the Election Season
I have been contemplating a phrase from the Book of Common Prayer. Even as I read it silently, I hear this particular prayer sung in
The Inkwell: A Story for National Coffee day
Is “Coffee Shop Quirky” a legitimate literary genre? If it isn’t, then it ought to be, as that seems to be my niche. In honor of this most revered holiday, National Coffee Day, I would love to share an old short story of mine that celebrates the creative relationship between draughts and drafts, caffeination and imagination. After all, “A steaming beverage is often the friendliest of muses.”
