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The Letter "Love"

That’s what I want to be when I grow up. That’s the only thought that went through my head yesterday when I was in the company of my precious mother-in-law.  Obviously, my desire isn’t to wrestle someday with the nightmare that is Alzheimer’s....

In The New

The sun is not yet risen The day not yet begun No hint yet of what’s ahead Or what I will get done. But promise lives within this day The hope of things unseen Endless possibilities The birth of newfound dreams. Who’s to say that this new day Won’t...

Friendly

After writing in silence yesterday, the stranger across the table from me began to talk.  Abdul has been here nine months from Afghanistan.  He is an artist and runs a small gallery across the street from Tully’s.  He is teaching art classes (oils, water colors,...

Rainy Day Crowd

Apparently, when the weather shifts and there is rain in the air, people come indoors.  Specifically, into Tully’s.  There is not a spare chair or table in the place and people are standing and waiting for something to open up.  I had to take a seat at a table...

Gray And Silver

I see a thread of silver Hanging from this gloomy cloud And maybe if I pull it It will lift this heavy shroud. I’ve heard there is a lining Inside these types of clouds Silver like this thread I see But still I have my doubts. All I see is grayish In this nimbus...

Strangers, Left and Right

Today in my corner at Tully’s I “chanced” upon two interesting women. One to my left.  A college pre-med student wrestling with trigonometry and testing anxiety.  A clear faced complexion coupled with that fresh glow of promise and all the world...