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, February 28, 2021
Overheard at Booth 3: Another Fragment of Poetry from an Old Notebook
Eyes black as a starless sky. Eyes hauntingly devoid of light. Her prowl, completely without clink or clamor. She presides over all she sees and claims without ever needing to growl, or even speak: All fall prostrate before her.