CategorySigns of the Time

“Open Mic Night Fridays @ 8” too late for me, sitting here, sipping green tea, trying to simply witness, to fit this brain of mine back behind my eyes. I want to write, but to my left, two ladies chat, forth and back, with high loud voices. I have to hear them, no choice, as their peaks reach me even through my ear phones. If I weren’t so blurry, like the steamed window dripping to my right, I...

“Pour over coffee” off the mark for me because lately beans have left me shaky, crazy achy in chest and brain, strained and straining, draining and strangely dripping out, from nose and eyes and ears, everywhere but mouth. I’m mute and dumbfounded, soundless, drowning in a different cafe every day. Perhaps, you’ll say I’m wallowing, that I should simply swallow down this potion...