Clouds in my Coffee

I stir my coffee with a sticky spoon, feel the grit of sugar where my wrist rests on the table. Big clouds loom, push eastwards and then turn to mist. A rain shower comes and goes. Customers shake umbrellas and rain coats in the doorway of this sad café. In the steam, a small biplane […]


an unblemished sky winter is a silent flood where are the clouds? Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #18 Yugen, a new feature For this weekend meditation, Chèvrefeuille has created a new feature: Yūgen, which he says is usually defined as ‘mystery’ and ‘unknowable depth’. He explains that haiku poets use […]