a perfectly pulled espresso, 18 grams in, 36 out, 28 seconds

rain on the skylight above my desk

mary oliver, especially the summer day

the view of rainier from kerry park when the clouds break

a poem that takes three readings to land

pike place market at 6am, the flower sellers setting up

elliott smith's either/or

the moment a regular walks in and you start their drink before they order

ocean vuong's night sky with exit wounds

my mother's cardamom tea, which she makes when i call home

the belief that making someone's morning coffee is a small act of love

sufjan stevens, specifically carrie & lowell

the last line of a poem you've been working on for months, finally arriving