coffee bar m-f 7-6. weekends 9-5 wholebean available
Courier has been roasting coffee and biking it to the people of Portland for 8 years. We recently opened up a bar in August of 2010, where our friends Half and Half once made sandwiches, pie, and deviled eggs. We make coffee, and sell coffee whole bean, as well as run a small scratch bakery. Courier Coffee is eight people.
I'm at Courier Coffee. It's 3 p. m. This is downtown Portland. The coffee shop is just below right around Portland, a non-profit organization here where one of my very favorite Portland poets, Sarah Guest, used to work. So I'm gonna read a Sarah Guest poem. It's from an online magazine called Ink No. It's called Comb 2. One Tree Waves at the Forest Floor Without the Wind. The pine trees are wax statues of each other. Four-Thought Heaps Up Inside Me Until a Leather Strap Sets It Free. I'm ancient rulebook when it comes to prescribing the cure for loneliness. Loneliness grows because we feed it scraps of desertion. We feed it delay. We feed a demonstration. I've taken to calling myself lazy even when a rush from one side to the other has swallowed me. The playground is a box, a forgotten box. I make the sandbox a home. One day I just uncover a small green jeep buried so far down that the boy who put it there must be dead. There's ego even in this, even in my desire to watch the dead boys jeep make ropes and bullies in the sand.
