The office. Outdoors. Clear skies. For the last couple weeks I’ve been contracted to paint… well, I cannot disclose what I paint at this point. Not where. But it is a beautiful day to paint some art.
Images
Pens and Inks

Poem: There’s a place
NOTE: Originally published April 12, 2011, https://coffeehousejunkie.net/2011/04/12/poem-theres-a-place/
[Reprint] Poem: Foggy Sunday morning
NOTE: Originally published April 11, 2011, https://coffeehousejunkie.net/2011/04/11/poem-foggy-sunday-morning/
Goolrick’s Pharmacy

Iris blossoms in May
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[Reprint] Poem: Never look a doughnut dealer in the eyes
NOTES:
1) Originally published April 5, 2011, https://coffeehousejunkie.net/2011/04/05/poem-never-look-a-doughnut-dealer-in-the-eyes/
2) This is a rough draft and includes typos, erroneous grammar and other literary warts. In this case, perfume is intentionally misspelled to represent a unique American accent.
Hyperion Espresso
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Hyperion Espresso, Fredericksburg, VA.
Wild phlox in Virginia
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Allegheny River by daylight
April fading to May
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Poem: The honey bee
NOTE: Originally published April 19, 2011, https://coffeehousejunkie.net/2011/04/19/poem-the-honey-bee/
Who doesn’t love the smell of coffee and fonts in the morning?

What better to embrace the weekend?
Graphic designer… at work
![DSCN2512[Square Dallas]](https://coffeehousejunkie.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/dscn2512square-dallas.jpg?w=840&h=840)
Early to work as the sun rises, bring your work gloves
Dear hipsters, Barnes & Noble has your vinyl
Twenty bucks does not go as far as it used to
Poem: Original Instagram
Quote
Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
—Jim Harrison, from his essay “Poetry as Survival” in Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction (Clark City Press, 1991)
(via apoetreflects)
Quote
My exasperation about the cowardly evasiveness of our mainstream press drives me to think that if people in general knew more about history they’d be more likely to demand more honorable governments.
—Robert Wyatt, BOMB 115, 2011












