Tag Archives: Cafe Writing

Laurence and Laura

Posted on November 29, 2010 by James Steerforth

(meant for each other and yet …) When did they meet? It was as if by magic and naturally gratuitous – and then soon gone in a hustle of work. It proved to be hell, love reduced to chances to … Continue reading →

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Bear

Posted on May 24, 2009 by James Steerforth

He relished the feeling of powerful ease with which he was able to use his claws on the rough bark of the tall, thick pine he’d picked, and the total absence of his usual fear of heights. Continue reading →

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It is written that …

Posted on April 20, 2009 by James Steerforth

It is written that future Man will move up one step on the hierarchical ladder to become a creator, just like the angels, archangels, thrones, excusiai and others are creators. Thought, which already has creative powers in some select few … Continue reading →

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Twilight in the garden

Posted on March 28, 2009 by James Steerforth

More garden creatures emerged from flowers all over, and the garden was filled with tiny thuds. Continue reading →

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The picture of my heart

Posted on February 28, 2009 by James Steerforth

This heart often beats for the world it is in love with … Continue reading →

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It’s not what it looks like

Posted on February 15, 2009 by James Steerforth

The gun is not hers, the blood is not his … Continue reading →

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This place

Posted on November 16, 2008 by James Steerforth

I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. (Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s) This place that I’d be looking for – now that I’ve come into some money, enough, … Continue reading →

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A difficult kind of dance

Posted on August 3, 2008 by James Steerforth

For A.B. I’ve made your talk my destiny: plain, strong and the outcome of your rules. They are dear to you, and I can appreciate them because they’re yours and I can see where your need brought them about. You … Continue reading →

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Approximately seven minutes about men and women

Posted on May 18, 2008 by James Steerforth

Men and women shout at each other in America, Africa, Asia, Australia and even Europe. They kiss each other, smile at each other, flirt with each other, hurt each other anywhere anytime. They multiply and curse each other, they divide … Continue reading →

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Back home

Posted on April 7, 2008 by James Steerforth

When I returned, I found a desolate home I hardly recognized – red carpeting with a diamond pattern I would have never picked, broken glass on the floor, an unknown red chair as the only furniture left. The windows looked … Continue reading →

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Fleeting gifts / Easter runup

Posted on March 22, 2008 by James Steerforth

they’re like sleeting rain, something that hits you lightly & obliquely, in an uneasy way between cold, cool and the thrill of the unknown, the thrill of not sure what to do with, and now I’ve got nearly seven minutes … Continue reading →

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