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Don't try to take my Morning (a Haiku)

by Art Lieberman Don’t try to take my Morning coffee away from Me, unless you’re armed.

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Sumatra and Coffee

by Art Lieberman One day, I was sipping a cup of Sumatra and realized I knew a big bunch a nothing about the region. And when I asked people in the coffee shop, they knew even less (except for the one or two people I spoke with who had traveled there)

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Everyone Drinks

by Art Lieberman Everyone drinks coffee at least once in a lifetime. Cold men seek warmth. Sleepy women crave brains. Students study so they can graduate, and hope.

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Mexico On My Mind

by Art Lieberman       "Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low The moon's so bright like to light up the night Make everything all right." (James Taylor) I love Mexican coffee. It has a rich, nutty, eve

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Honduras Longing - A Journal Entry

by Art Lieberman   LONGING by Juan Ramón Molina (1875-1908) tr. by Dave Bonta   (www.vianegativa.us/series/honduran-poetry/) Ah, that I had lived in times tested by love, by war and by conquest, when friars, soldiers and desperado

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News Bleeds

by Art Lieberman         "If the coffee can taste so good with nothing else in it, then that's a good cup of coffee." - Bayley     News bleeds on my    sleeve in the coffee   shop wh

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In Dog Coffees

"In dog coffees, I’ve only had one." -- anonymous *** I don't care about the weather, the president, the ball game. Nothing to say. Nada. Tornadoes. Trump. The pitcher this. The quarterback that.  It's all background no

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The Only Mexican (by David Tomas Martinez)

by Art Lieberman           Photo by Miguel Gonzalez     The Only Mexican   By David Tomas Martinez   The only Mexican that ever was Mexican, fought in the revolution and drank nightly, and lik

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Papua New Guinea (PNG): The Most Exotic Place on Earth

by Art Lieberman “The Drums of War” a PNG poem by Kumalau Tawali  Their bodies painted in black and red stripes Tell the story of their purpose. They wait, tensely They listen to the power songs. “Tomorrow will be the day whe

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