August 19, 1:32pm, Tucson AZ

but, what if you hadn’t walked into that space? only you could have left that imprint as you sat there, still and free enjoying your mug of coffee pressing pause, giving thanks long after you left the gray metal seat & the yellow cushion that clung to your back, the fan that sent its tendrils... Continue Reading →

The Good Cafe Window Seat

sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself.   and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need... Continue Reading →

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