Michael HeroninSit Spot CafeThe WriterShe was sitting by the window on a foggy morning, a twist of steam rising up from her cup, a pen in her hand, dreaming.Jul 3, 2017Jul 3, 2017
Michael HeroninCry of the Great BlueA Prayer In The Fading Lightgazing over sand dunes to the sea where surfers striding up with their glistening hearts embark under velvet blue and purple skies…Jul 1, 2017Jul 1, 2017
Michael HeroninCry of the Great BlueAwakenrest, dream your own dream, in an eddy outside the pulsing gears awaken, your life is handed back to you to grow to innocence to go…Jul 1, 2017Jul 1, 2017
Michael HeroninSit Spot CafeTom Sat Down And Ate A MuffinThis morning at the cafe was like any other, until it wasn’t.Jul 1, 2017Jul 1, 2017
Michael HeroninSit Spot CafeCome Visit Us SometimeSit Spot is a cafe that exists in my mind.Jun 29, 2017Jun 29, 2017