not poetic intention, but poetic justification of the everyday. validation of the norm, and validation of the not so norm. mourn. but what about the morning? this is what i am asking. this is what i am intending. this is meant to be an exercise in recording. the every day. this blog will suit the […]
Month: January 2008
on touch
i was asked a strange question today by a customer. my first day back in the coffee shop. she was a familiar customer, a regular. still, a perfect stranger. her (much older) french husband accompanies her always, and they are usually happy, often kissing at the register and contemplating cookies. i do not know what […]