Damp

Girl Hair Blowing Blonde Woman Behind Back

She left her home
Boarded the final bus
She couldn’t look back
Her eyes … wet.

She settled in a small town
Took a job in a diner
She worked two shifts
Her life … sweaty.

She signed up for school
She needed better prospects
She struggled to juggle
Her nights … teary.

She graduated
She married
She settled down some.

She moved
She had kids
She wanted for nothing.

She volunteered at church
She bookclubbed with the ladies
She longed for her old country
Her heart … clammy.

He started working later
They left for college
She felt her home had left her
Her pillow … damp.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ DAMP

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Migration

I came across this simple but poignant poem while on a train in London.

The search for better circumstances has long been a motivation for the paths and choices of living things. Even when those choices weren’t really choices but instincts for survival.

Migration is indeed today’s word. As it was yesterday’s. As it will be tomorrow’s.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ MIGRATION

Slapdash

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picture: billithecat

Seriously, child, thereโ€™s three days left!
Let me rephrase thatโ€ฆ
Actually thereโ€™s two.
Perhaps itโ€™s really time
Dad and I took over?
Assist in your packing?
Stuff your things in your bags?
HELP! Did you order any boxes?

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ SLAPDASH

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Coffee

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photo: melkhagelslag; quote: terri guillemets

Friday’s RDP made me sad.

It made me realise that while I’ve taken photographs of historical buildings, quirky art, gorgeous gardens on my travels, I have pitifully few photos of my morning cup of coffee, my after-dinner coffee or even my hotel-room coffee.

Yet, these cups of comfort represent many special moments: the quiet contemplation on a balcony, the thrill of discovering a local coffee shop speciality, the restful recuperation on a photo stop after two hours on a coach, even a conversation starter on a long train journey. Indeed, each cup was often a cultural experience and history lesson in itself.

So here are some royalty-free stock photographs that come closest to what I’ve encountered. My thanks to the photographers for their generosity in sharing, and for capturing what I should have.

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photo: yan khanafi

This reminded me of kopi tarik (co-pee tar-rake) or “pulled coffee” in Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. The stall owner would raise his metal pot way above his head, take perfect aim and pour coffee (or tea) into a mug. He would pour the liquid in the mug back into the pot the same way, and repeat the pot to mug transfer. The result was a frothy beverage with the temperature just right for sipping. The old-fashioned cappuccino, perhaps?

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photo: rhiannon

This is Vietnamese dripped-coffee. In the tin cup are coffee grounds with hot water poured to the brim and kept warm by the saucer on top. In the mug is sweetened condensed milk. When all the liquid had dripped into the mug, you stirred your drink with the metal spoon and ta-da! … coffee.

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photo: julie vdd

I must confess this was something I didn’t actually try, although my fellow travellers did. In Singapore, traditional coffee shops in the 1930-40s served coffee with condensed milk and a blob of butter; this was called kopi gu you (co-pee goo you, where gu=cow, you=fat, hence coffee butter). The butter was said to add flavour to the coffee, and to “smoothen” its taste. Today, this drink has made a comeback, and also flourishes in parts of the US as Bulletproof Coffee, blended with the butter, coconut oil and protein powder.

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photo: cafegrous
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photo: yukiqwa

And these two cuties remind me of my too-short trip to Nagoya, Japan.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my teeny coffee travels.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ COFFEE

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Bark

Here’s a photo of one of my most treasured possessions: a haiku written for me by a university coursemate. We were in the etymology class, and she surprised me with this.

Sadly, we’ve lost touch, but I can still remember the trees outside the tutor’s office!

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ BARK

 

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