We wake to a photon of early light pushing its nose through the curtains upon a crusted eye, upon a dusted dream spooned into the smallness of each other our bigness binds, blooms in nuzzled sniff until our bodies awake us to directions divided, we prepare our church for ritual, emptying the nocturnal holding tanks,…
Blood of Bean
Espresso ecstasy Steam pressed against morning light Awoken blood of bean.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Morning.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Pumpkin Pie Latte
A few things about me…. I love my coffee and almost every day starts the same with a latte. I love all things pumpkin and as much as I generally dislike the coffee and commercialization that is all-things “Starbucks,” I do adore the emergence of their pumpkin spice latte every year. But, in some regards,…