Coffee House Spirit : Writing

Still Life

Still Life

A Poem by Coffee House Spirit


I live in the between times. The time of twilight And of dawn. Hovering in doorways And open window sills. The fog of dozing and dreams. ..
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A Poem by Coffee House Spirit


It wasn’t because he loved her It wasn’t because he cared He only made the effort For the history that they shared. It wasn&rsquo..
The First Yesterday

The First Yesterday

A Poem by Coffee House Spirit


The first yesterday in my life When today was still today. There was the promise of tomorrow, Moments of time and Things to be done. The first..