The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece

The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece Like a furry screw a Turkish bee hovers Above our café table. Is he here: to plug up holes made by blind gods waving sieves? to celebrate this basket of fresh bread, balanced on a pinpoint of time rushing by? —to unwind his reality, one quick capsule, riding hisContinue reading “The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece”

Closed by Lynn White

Closed by Lynn White It was a beautiful village, the sun was shining, the mountain air pure, a perfect place for a coffee. We could see two cafés, but the first we tried was closed, closed for a while by the looks. The second looked hopeful with tables and chairs outside but the door wasContinue reading “Closed by Lynn White”