I have written before about my Saturday ritual of going to the Farmer’s Market down by the water. My first stop is usually Laughing Whale for a cup of goodness. Often, the barista there will greet me with “Flat white, right? Kim, is it?”. The last time he did this, I grinned and told him…
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A Flat White and a Poem, Please
For No 9 Coffee Bar…And Those on the Stools I made the discoverythat there were stools rightthere, tucked into the side,right behind the espresso machine.Out of the way and somehowdeep in the heart of it all.Gritty and full of inner machinationsand steady service. My own heart, too, is like that.A few stools for thosegathered close—a…
Consider the Lilies 