Traveling Coffee Girl

  • I AM

    I AM

    Marie Magoch

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    This Coffee Adventures post is part of the April #AtoZChallenge . This poem is called — obviously– an I am type. Writing about who I am is like writing my own biography, since I never know exactly what matters when I tell the story of who I am beyond the Coffee aspect. This one is a little more vulnerable than I want to be without getting too weepy.

    Years ago, I started a blog called Being Artemis where I tried to uplift others by talking about my own depression and fight for self worth. It became more difficult to write when my own life was constantly going up and down like a damn yo-yo. The one thing that is consistent is that no one really knows who I am, because the the journey changes who we are along the way. I have met people who try to analyze me by telling me about my thoughts, feelings, or intentions without having the background, context, or interest in knowing anything about me.

    The main question is Who Are You?

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    I am not who you think I am.
    I am a different person for everyone.
    I am the child of whimsy.
    I am the angel of mercy.
    I am the love and life of those I have lost.
    I am a broken heart.
    I am love retained
    I am adored by animals who recognize my being.
    I am a kin to Atlas, as the world crumbles.
    I am a dreamer with wishes unspoken.
    I am an artist, a thinker, a writer.
    I am no one.
    I wish I was someone.

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  • A Haynaku About Coffee

    A Haynaku About Coffee

    Marie Magoch

    This Coffee Adventures post is part of the #AtoZChallenge . H is for — Haiku would have been the obvious, but I thought a Haynaku about the reason for coffee is just what we need today.

    Coffee

    is how

    my demons reticent

    .


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  • Memories of Gold Hill (Patti’s Kitchen)

    Memories of Gold Hill (Patti’s Kitchen)

    Marie Magoch

    This Coffee Adventures article is part of the #AtoZChallenge series. This blog post is a little different, because today I am not focusing on a type of poem. When I thought of G, my first thought was Gold Hill, Oregon.

    About 10 years ago, I visited Southern Oregon for the first time. Before my visit, I was looking up the little town I was visiting while my kids watched their favorite TV show. I had never really paid much attention before until that day. I looked at the television, then at my computer, then at the television. Wait! Was I about to visit Gravity Falls?

    During that first visit, I spent hours wandering through the neighborhoods for what seemed like only 30 minutes. Every time I visited, I went back to Gold Hill. Whether it was for lunch at Teapot on Wheels, finally taking that dizzying (literally) tour of the Oregon Vortex and the House of Mystery, or enjoying a nature walk that ended with a gorgeous view of the Rogue River.

    Before I walked to the Rogue River on one smoky August day, I finally had a chance to visit Patti’s Kitchen. This little restaurant was everything you would want to see in a small town diner. This included the limited amount of seating for the most popular restaurant in town and incredibly friendly people.


    Saturday morning.
    Small town scene.
    A writer in town absorbing the essence
    Of a one room diner on a near-perfect day.
    The energy of millions of stories;
    A thousand lives.
    The home of gold and anomaly
    That begins with a good cup of coffee
    And home style food.
    I sat at a table with a local today
    In a diner filled to the edges.
    We haven’t spoken a word in greeting,
    Yet, I enjoy the company
    As I write my words
    And he looks through his phone.
    Filling up on coffee
    Before my mini breakfast arrives.

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