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  • Archive Re: Cuppa Mud Cafe

    Ken I came out, shortly after with a clean shirt and black slacks. I sat down at the table and started eating what I put down for both of us. ...

    Oct 2, 2012
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    Ken I half smiled and got up off the bench. Seb looked at me and I held out my hand, she took it and put her arm in mine. It ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Ken "The cafe closed about a half-hour ago because it's Thursday and I don't feel like walking alone at this hour. But it's ok if you don't feel like crashing ...

    Sep 28, 2012
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    Ken "I've got nothing important needing my attention, and I'm not too sure about you but I think we're going to get pneumonia sitting in the cold like this and ...

    Sep 26, 2012
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    Ken "Living..." I sigh, I haven't lived since I was a kid. All those games of cops and robbers and cowboys and indians. Where did it all go? It is ...

    Sep 25, 2012
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    Ken I looked down at the grass beneath the bench, rubbing it with my boots. "I'm not too sure if it is pointless, I don't know what I could spend ...

    Sep 25, 2012
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    Ken I looked at my cigarette burning, took a drag and looked up to the sky in thought. "Been 11 years now. Don't know why I started, and see no ...

    Sep 23, 2012
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    Ken "Alright, I'm in need of some air too. Guide me, for I know not where this park is." We left the cafe and went down the street toward this ...

    Sep 23, 2012
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    Ken "No one has told me any different than what I look, or seem." I give a answer that more seemed to be a simplified summary of what people thought ...

    Sep 21, 2012
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    Ken "My face turned a slight quizzical look. "Well, I'm not completely sure who, but you're telling me. Though what is making me any different than everyone else?" The coffee ...

    Sep 21, 2012
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    Ken "Tired is only one way to put it." I murmured while giving my eye a rub, then giving another go at my coffee. "This coffee tastes like lead today," ...

    Sep 20, 2012
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    Ken "Well," I said coolly, "I got off early from the line, foreman put too many workers on today. Still worked too hard." I smiled then as I pretended to ...

    Sep 19, 2012
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    Ken Meanwhile, I leave work early due to double the workers on the line. I hitched a ride on a locomotive heading down the side line toward the downtown core. ...

    Sep 18, 2012
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    Ken I stood there in disbelief, a warm chill ran up my spine. The touch of a lady's lips upon my cheek. Wow. Jim and Tom started whistling loudly, then ...

    Sep 14, 2012
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    Ken "Alright, if you say so." I say in a slightly complaining way. "You should come back soon and tell me all about it. I would err, really like to ...

    Sep 13, 2012


A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
— Jean Cocteau