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Tuesday's Tea: The Matcha Man

In the center of the square, there dwells a man. Some call him lost. Others call him homeless.

I call him The Matcha Man. And I know him as Story Teller. 358 more words

Tea

wikipedia poem, no. 43

after Shelley’s Queen Mab

   of jet
   
So fair so wonderful 
a star over 
the suns the 
   burnished over ocean 
bright couch
 
      Shaded 
there
            
 Be ethereal footsteps like rocks 
        of Spells
             
 Enter the wave
          
   Edged 
          wave
           When the will;
   
      Yet 
          not;
        
      Of purple 
       gleam… 58 more words
Poetry

Demons Rarely Want to Be Demons

My demons of self-loathing and rage need conquering, integrating. Fighting them isn’t the point, won’t work. They need to be understood, defanged, resolved.

I was raised to view all mistakes as catastrophic, as personal failures, as huge things that endangered the future. 606 more words

Magic