In this Issue:
"When I first walked into the garden of shattered porcelain, it was a day in early spring when the snow has melted in all but the darkest patches of shade, but the first green shoots have not yet appeared. Last autumn's rot covered everything in a brown film, papery when dry, gummy when wet." Read more...
"I could have woken up fifteen years older, as a man instead of a woman, or with someone else's face, like Juliette Binoche's, at least, but no, what was happening to me looked like nothing I had seen in the movies. My situation was troubling: the walls of my home had become like milk jelly." Read more...
"My wife and I were attending a parent-teacher conference for our eleven-year-old son. Everything was fine. His teacher had only glowing things to say about him, and we felt secure in knowing he was home with the babysitter at that very moment doing his homework." Read more...
"The woman currently known as Elinor is a dedicated spy, so dedicated, in fact, that her real name is unknown even to her. Her true identity is out of the question." Read more...
"The Radiant City. All roads lead from it. The highways of pleasure; take the coach that's soft." Read more...
"I have had that pen since I was a child. It is my favorite pen. I've filled it with new cartridges more times than I can remember: and who does that these days? Pens now are as disposable as the words written with them." Read more...
About Our Coffee and Other Fare
Please Note: All of the coffee served at The Irreal Cafe is fair trade, organic, shade-grown and not real. All of the food served at The Irreal Cafe is organic, vegan, locally sourced and not real. See "At Our Cafe" for more about what we would serve at The Irreal Cafe and how we would serve it if there were an Irreal Cafe.