Last night I was seated at Raffles somewhere in the 1920’s.
A talentless Hemingway, lips glued to a warm glass of red, eyes glued to a passing parade of human flotsam and jetsam.
Small, dark bohemian café, where there is always someone willing to share opinions.
Never knowing who I might run into next, a poet wearing their heart on their sleeve, an artist splashing words like paint on a canvas or a writer who’s anger is barely concealed beneath their sticky-sweet syrupy words.
I can only picture many of these people in my mind, just barely making them out through the smoky haze, some sad, some tired and many lonely souls, all with a story to tell.
Others might only see the sadness and loneliness, but I see beauty.
Blog; such an ugly name for such beauty.
While the old Raffles rots beneath its freshly painted veneer, like a sad amusement park, this outlet for creativity, this bespoke community will find its own place in history.
You have created some great images and wordplay here, ispider! Keep writing. Every single day. Thanks for popping in on my spider story; I see know why we are connected!
love this post!!!
You are so right! Blog is an ugly word for such a beautiful thing!
I really like your writing. You are encouraging me to branch out a little in my own blog.
You have created some great images and wordplay here, ispider! Keep writing. Every single day. Thanks for popping in on my spider story; I see know why we are connected!
nice
I love this.
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