The Sad Café …
There is nothing in the back of this cafe. It sits right on the margin between the edge of the world and infinite possibilities.
Gloria Naylor, Bailey’s Café
The Sad Cafe V
A Love Story by Holly Hunter and Hyperion Sturm
Incantations By Holly Hunter When all that I want is so far away and all that is left is solitude, I chant your name through warm currents of breath or sharp ice shadows of entities. I’ve etched my likeness into the stars a dreamer in fields of flowers a bouquet of affection fragile jonquils pressed against a heart. Tethered to cloud banks of silvery sleep we meet in fantasies and the sweetness of a lover’s suffering
The Sad Cafe seemed to show its age. The awning was dulled by the accumulation of time and the brass handle no longer glittered in the light cast by…
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