‘Coffee, a Recollection’ – Diane Funston

Coffee breaks were a daily ritual in the yellow house where I grew up. Every weekday between three and four, my grandparents and I would have our coffee, our sweets, our conversation. When I was ten years old, I was initiated into the habit of rich brown coffee and pastry afternoons. Thirty-one years later, I can still savor the memories.

My grandfather made coffee the old-fashioned way. He called it boiled coffee, pressing the almost ebony grounds through a mesh strainer into individual cups. Sometimes he used a clear glass percolator, where I could watch the pressure of the heated water force the bubbles upward, each new bubble browner and murkier than the one preceding it. We each had our special coffee cup. Grandma’s was a jade green cup with a small ring-shaped handle. Grandpa’s was the color of bone, the inside stained with the legacy of coffee breaks. Mine was a white mug trimmed in red checks, my name “Diane” across the front. It was a twin to the one my uncle had, his name “Louis” bridging the pale white spaces between the boldness of the red checks. But he was never involved in our coffee breaks. They belonged to my grandparents and me alone.

Coffee breaks were not complete without sweets. The most common was cheesecake. When resources allowed, the cut was cut fresh from under the glass dome at the Jewish bakery a few blocks away. Every week, my grandfather and I made the pilgrimage to this Jewish bakery and the German sausage shop in the same old neighborhood. The smells of the fresh wurst are forever in my memory, along with the smells of pumpernickel, rye and plump Kaiser rolls. The cheesecake was an expensive treat, sold by the pound, rich and heavy with cream cheese topped with sour cream. Substitutions were Sara Lee frozen cheesecake, French crumb cake or lady fingers. We were purists with our cheesecake, sour cream only, no fruit topping, no additives to the filling.

We were also purists with our coffee. Always fresh-made ground coffee, never anything added but evaporated milk. No one in my family ever added sugar, we took our coffee without sweetness. There is a certain art to perfect coffee, a slow stirring of enough evaporated milk to achieve a certain mellow color, which will attest to perfect flavor. Too dark a color will guarantee bitterness, too light a color will guarantee a surrender of richness of flavor.

Conversation at coffee time was warm and uncomplicated. How the seeds my grandfather and I planted we’re doing in the garden. How many tomato and pepper plants to buy at the public market next week. Whether our cat Toby would come to join us for his customary ball of liverwurst at my grandmother’s feet. There was no pressure on these afternoons. No lofty expectations, no Jeopardy-like trivia quizzes, no arguments, no distress. It was a time of pure, unspoiled childhood.

It was also a time of indulging in German culture. During coffee breaks, my grandfather was not chastised by my grandmother for speaking German, who usually denounced it at other times. During coffee breaks, my grandmother spoke German too. She crooned Christmas carols and dancing songs. My grandparents waltzed together around the yellow and green kitchen, alight with sunshine in the march of late afternoon towards evening.

The coffee breaks of my childhood were happy, peaceful times. The warmth they passed through those cups to our curled fingers held more than afternoon coffee. They held a long legacy of family togetherness, a rite of passage where I was a child and the child was treasured.

The real gold is childhood moments of innocence and harmony. Moments which link together in memory for us to wear, a locket containing how we became who we are. We sift through our days gingerly to find the treasure, whether it is in sand pouring through a toy sieve, or in the bottom of our
favorite coffee cup, grounds left over after the rolling boil.

About Diane Funston

Diane Funston has been published in journals including California Quarterly, F(r)iction, Still Points Quarterly, Penumbra, and Lake Affect Magazine. She lives in the agricultural Sacramento Valley of California with her husband and three rescue dogs. She replaced her lawn with a sustainable urban farm.

Diane was Poet-in-Residence for Yuba-Sutter Arts for two years. Her chapbook titled Over The Falls was published by Foothills Publishing in 2022.


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‘Spring Night’ – Wenyi Xiao

The sky wine drunk, whispering
Funny sounds like fool birds.
Under the lamplight
The scent of my perfume mixed with April flora
The empty lanes paved with footsteps
The playgrounds stare blank into the deep air
My ear against your orange flanneled chest
Heart beats like drops of crystal

About Wenyi Xiao

Wenyi Xiao is an emerging bilingual poet based in Beijing and a graduate student in English Literature at Beijing Foreign Studies University. Her research focuses on feminist poetics, genre studies, and narratology; and her creative writing explores the boundaries of form, language, identity.

Wenyi’s work will be featured in Fresh Words: Voices Unbound—An Anthology of International Poetry.


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‘Sometimes’ – Raz Shacham

Sometimes I wait for the results of a mammogram
and envision my end.
Sometimes I bite into a pepper far too hot,
to scorch hellfire on my tongue —
to remind myself I still am.
Sometimes I press through invisible walls
and catch the world’s hush of beauty
in my mind’s window frame.
Sometimes I watch my son grow tall before me
and let myself believe
I’ve done at least one thing right
to honor my name.
Sometimes I cry out to heavens,
and God answers —
with the purr of a cat,
the soft coo of a dove,
the warmth that moves through me
when I am held
in the arms of my love.
Sometimes I don’t need to be anyone,
or anything.
I simply live —
a quiet link
in a chain of eternity,
fulfilling a promise
etched deep in me:
to truly be.

About Raz Shacham

Raz Shacham is an Israeli mom, a translator, a naturopath, and a writer.

Website: https://www.facebook.com/raz.shacham


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Special Announcement!

Hello everyone,

We are very excited to announce that A Warm Mug of Cozy has joined the Auroras & Blossoms family!

A Warm Mug of Cozy

We launched A Warm Mug of Cozy in October 2022 to celebrate and promote cozy mysteries. After two very successful volumes in our yearly Warm Mug of Cozy Anthology, we felt that it would be a great idea to expand our offering.

What does this mean? That we now accept all genres, as long as they follow the cozy concept.

We define cozy stories as stories that promote kindness, community, comfortable settings (e.g. bakeries, libraries, nature…), rich sensory descriptions, and character growth, while staying away from gory and graphic details.

A Warm Mug of Cozy is now seeking submissions of short stories on a rolling basis. Accepted stories will be published on our blog.

Of course, it is free to submit to us for potential feature on the blog. But donations help us stay afloat.

Auroras & Blossoms

On another note, Auroras & Blossoms is also seeking blog submissions on a rolling basis. And we still have a few spots left for our PoArtMo Anthology: Volume 6!

For those who don’t know us yet, PoArtMo stands for “Positive Actions Rally Thoughts & Momentum,” a concept based on the following tenets:

  1. Family-friendliness & clean language
  2. Positivity and upliftment
  3. Inclusivity and respect for all.

Inspired by NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month), PoArtMo seeks to promote positive and inspirational art and creativity.

Every year, the Auroras & Blossoms PoArtMo Anthology offers a selection of works (poetry, stories, photography, drawings, paintings…) from Cendrine Marrouat, David Ellis, Azelle Elric, Marjolein Rotsteeg, and special guests ages 17 and over.

We hope that you will send us your work.

Have a great weekend!

Cendrine and David

Submissions are open for ‘A Warm Mug of Cozy: Volume 3’!

Hello everyone,

Happy new year! We wish you the best for 2025, especially great success with all your writing endeavours. We also hope that you had a wonderful holiday season. 

This email is your official invitation to submit your work for potential inclusion in Volume 3 of our annual Warm Mug of Cozy Anthology. We are starting things early this year because our goal is to try and release two volumes this year! 

Our official submission guidelines can be found here: https://warmmugofcozy.com/anthology-submission

Please submit to us no later than March 31, 2025. 

We can’t wait to read your gripping stories again! 

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