Cuban Coffee

Oct 19

Coffee. Coffee. COFFEEEE. Gimme coffee. I don't get really how it works. I can sit and drink hot water and get the same mental focus - until the stuff cools off and then I gotta re-heat it. But COFFEE's got its own heat - and with coffee there's, must be, something of a racing pulse, and if I over-load, an inability to concentrate on anything at all. I just don't really even fool around with writing unless I can ground myself in some coffee - but always after something at the reactor core - like Cheerios - but not too much of that, either, because I and Bob Dylan both "get bogged down" by eats. 🤪

There wasn’t any coffee in Cuba. There was a lot of stuff there wasn’t any of. Since Covid-19 swept the world, there’s even less in Cuba.

But this kid sitting on the typewriter is a piece of originality Cuba shared with me.

La Redaccion. A pre-Castro newspaper.

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com

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