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Bonaventure’s Proposition
Redolent and obstreperous are two words Spring light, midmorning brings to mind. A light whose heavy rollers and rip tides Pull houses to its sea all sheets to wind. Strange to watch the stoic rows unmoored With trees made fo'c'sles, whose raucous lookouts— Starling, finch, and jay—become reborn Under nautical genus with seabird’s titles: Spring is a careless evolver; a Heraclitan, Who surfaces her ...
Intercessory Models
I guessed who she was before I saw her wearing mimosa tweed. On my way up the stairs I looked and she was there, tall and blond. She smiled a slight, quick smile. Her face was avian. Her nose reminded me of Oriane Guermantes, and France was present in the drooping corners of her lips. It created an ambiguity from her smile not so much alluring as bashful. She wore a gray wool skirt with black leggings disappearing ...
Starbucks Lifestyle: A Poetic Reflection
“It’s just coffee,” we baristas said. Not a big deal. But it was never just coffee; it was human beings clustered around the coffee: their emotions, perceptions, fears, and loves like so much artillery. It pounded the careful facade of stability our espresso-scented, coruscant steel Galley of Efficiency and Comfort suggested. The ideal of the Third Place is a castle in the clouds built on the premise ...
