Poetry Tea: Beannacht
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window…
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window…
Expected: A standard, run-of-the-mill NYC garbage bin filled to the brim with, well, garbage, naturally… Unexpected: A standard, run-of-the-mill garbage bin in Italy filled right to the brim entirely with…
It was like any other conversation. Any other day. Drinks. Food. Friends. And then I said your name. I liked the way your name felt safe in my mouth. Shaping…
A new kind of service standards are in order. Think of the people in your life. The ones that matter. Really matter. What kind of service would they say you’re…