Last week, I got a chance to meet up with The Little Black Coffee Cup. We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–“substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.
Packing my typewriter, collecting donations, and cleaning my bag out, I was spent for the evening and ready to go home. Then out of nowhere popped Jesse.
This one is for Eli who requested a poem about his daughter at WorldFest.