coffee_ritual tender_square i miss the elegant process when i'm not at home, using the tools my mother passed down to me: her stove-top percolator, her motorized grinder. i make the broken beans coarse, decreasing potency. i take a tiny filter and cut a slit to slide inside the basket, fill with four level tablespoons of rocky umber. i listen for the tick tick tick of the gas trickling before it ignites, turn the flame to medium. the water turns from pellucid to muddy as it gurgles through the fountainous spout. i line the bottom of a mug with weak cream, pour the bubbling coffee and it unspools like linen. 230111 what's it to you? who go blather from