The original concept was never a tiny cafe. My plans for the Good Wolf were to have a large inviting space with comfy couches, tables and chairs where patrons would become family while they stayed for hours sipping on lattes, perhaps even a local beverage (I wanted a licensed cafe with local craft beers and ciders on tap) and enjoyed planned events. My ideal cafe would be generous enough to support community events such as open mic nights, live music, poetry readings, readings from local authors, mini Ted talks and more. But sometimes our dreams have to start off small and manageable before they grow into our true vision, and for me the tiny cafe is the perfect start to what I hope will someday become my dream space.
But if you' haven’t stumbled upon this blog page by accident you’ll know that while building the tiny cafe I used the blog to detail my progress, and share in my excitement. However, as the planning stages moved into action and we opened the doors, I found myself busy with the day to day operations of a business on top of my Mom duties and general human habits. So, in spirit of the aforementioned “dream space” I have decided to share my virtual stage with local authors, writers, aspiring writers, and perhaps even musicians, artists and more to come. I’ve put the call out thus far for local writers to submit work that I can share here for your reading pleasure. Please enjoy their work, and perhaps follow along on their social media if their writing is of interest to you. Our first good wolf community submission comes from TikTok. I will do my best to share each submission I receive in the order I receive them. I have written them out in the exact manner I received them, in an effort to preserve the authors intent.
WATER LOGGED
I jumped into the lake
Just to get what was
Left of you off my skin
But the lake water couldn’t reach far enough to wash
You from my mind
Then
I tried to swallow the water
But it passed my heart
And drowned out the butterflies
I then tried to flush you from my eyes
But it only added to the sting
So now here I am floating,
Stomach bloated, eyes stinging,
Waiting for the lake
To swallow me whole
- j.k.
eMbers
When you saw me today
Did you feel the spark again?
Or was it ever there
Maybe I was burning too
Strong to see how you felt
But you kept throwing gasoline
And I took it willingly
As if I was being showered with love
Now I’m just standing here
Embers still burning
Hoping that if I get close
Enough to you that
They would reignite yours
- j.k.
@jaime_sen