Paris for Breakfast
This dreary morning
I am at the Les Deux Magots
in Paris, sitting inside, my
aching back pushed against
the burgundy booth, square
table over my legs like a shield.
For sustenance, I order Le Petit
Déjeuner Hemingway: eggs, danish
juice, and a café latte. I double-palm
the small white, branded coffee cup
like it’s a puny cauldron filled with magic.
I noche, each bite nourishment
for decades spiced with penchant
for precise writing and aversion
to adverbs. The to-dos for
this week scare me less.
I yearn for a cigarette.
CREATIVE BODY BLISS
There are still spots open if you’d like to join us this upcoming weekend…
And…we’ve booked our final workshop of the year…featuring the Rose City Writers leader Olga Kassimova teaching a workshop on writing romance! Spots are filling up!
VANESSA SHIELDS 