A Little Coffee & Transcendence

…this fascination with time could be highly personal, but it isn’t. Looking at the ways that the past seeps into the present, spinning there like an undertow, even while the present washes out to sea whatever sandcastles we’ve cobbled on the shore – the act of swimming against the tide could be us trying to…

Artist Julius Eastman – Natural Mystic

We can all look at the same thing and see something different. We can stand under a single row of power lines that gape against the sky, right on the edge of the desert, and some of us will see an ending: The end of city pavement, a last row of homes set as a…

A Sip Through Time

  In poetry, there is a certain palpability to memory. The past takes on a physicality – a presence. Even in evocations of spring, there is the sharp tang of memory the clings to the shape of the new rose bud. It’s as if, in the mouth of the poet, a world can be remade…

the Poetry of Coffee & Tea

In the category of things that are more than the sum of their parts, coffee and tea must be at the top of the list. Hot tea on a cold, rainy day has a poetry to it that makes the moment true somehow – more than just existing, the hot tea on a cold, rainy…