morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. 

morning coffee // The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

we interrupt this program // 9.2.17

My Process

If you look back, you’ll see that Morning Coffee started as a fifteen-minute warm-up. Thanks to you, it’s grown into a popular little fiction series. (And seriously, thanks.) I won’t lie: it’s been a challenge keeping everything straight. But it’s worth it; when my readers appreciate my work as much as you do, it behooves me to pay meticulous attention to it. So here’s a little look at me, the man behind the curtain.

morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch

My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.

morning coffee // A Second Inexplicable Leaf

The leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall is growing. 

morning coffee // The Great Green Eye in the Window

All hail the window!

morning coffee // The Light in the Window

That window is oppressive.  

morning coffee // The Window

It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell.

We interrupt this program, 8.19.17

Howdy folks. Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.

Morning coffee, 8.3.17

I encountered the Hallway Yalper yet again yesterday. Sort of.