Diner Booths

Its things like this – getting to a diner early with a chance to write – that I live for. I may not get to write a lot, but the fact that I am allotted enough time to write is refreshing. It seems to compliment me in some deep profound way.

When I write at such a time, in such a place, it makes me feel significant. As if I am some sort of professional writer, journalist, poet or observer. I feel this way because everything about these places brings me life (as did the winds and rains of yesterday): the conversations, the familiarity (on my part and theirs part), the lighting, the comings and goings, the senses (smell, touch, sight and hearing), and the memories of days come and gone – even if they are the memories of others I am unable to unlock.

*An excerpt from my journal on 7-29-11* 

Where do you like to go to write/create/think?


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

One response to “Diner Booths”

  1. Mandy says :

    There are so many, many places: a coffee shop (with a chai), the woods with a comfortable spot to sit, under a big tree, in the car on a road trip, leaning over the bed in the middle of the night to jot down some words or an idea–but it can’t just be anywhere. It has to be a place with scope–either scope that you can see and touch or the kind in dreams.

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