This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Read at the counter
I heard this boy speaking the other day on NPR and they asked him what he would miss, now that the oil spill has killed his home. And what he said, I realized, was a haiku. I mean, here's this kid, speaking his heart, speaking in poetry - I went over his words in my head, counted them, yes, I knew . . . it was haiku:
Cajun Boy, 13, Looking Out at the Gulf of Mexico, June 2010
Sand between my toes. Fish fries with my grandfather. This is what I’ll miss.