About Café Crem
Hello Boys & Girls from around the World!
Fancy a coffee with us?
Café Crem was created by Miki and Kev Moore in 2007 with the intention of gathering like-minded artists, writers and musicians together around the coffee table to discuss and share thoughts, ideas, art, etc.
This initial desire has surpassed our wildest dreams with a myriad of collaborations taking place between the various members, creating pieces of work that simply would not exist without Café Crem.
Have a wander though in our different rooms:
“Cafe Literati”, the Literary Room
“Café L’Arte”, the Art Gallery
“Ca’ Puccini”, the Music Studio
and, last but not least,
“The MiniBar”, our creative space for our kids and teens!
You are all welcome.
Contact Miki at miki@goodaboom.com if you want to participate!
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Cafe Crem’s Video of The Month
The Flamencoscapes by Miki
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Perhaps if you ever get divorced, you’ll find out the true value of that kidney. Nice sentiments…
Thank you Davis!
I found that story rather sad but funny at the same time, but I wrote this poem about three years ago!
Again, I had no idea what is going on as I read Davis’ comment! I really spent some time, reading your poem, again and again, trying to understand what Davis means… even worrying that some divorce is in the air!!!
But then my saver arrived and told me the divorce kidney story… we had a discussion about it… honesty I found the story very disgusting, but of course I have no idea of the backgrounds and facts…!
I wonder what would be your price… 🙂
Ha, thanks for worrying about my marriage Miki!
For my 19th birthday I was given a card that totted up the value of my component parts, mineral by mineral. Obviously at this time transplants were in the early stages of becoming common so the card didn’t include the sale of organs… The total,which I don’t recall, was dismally low and the punchline of the card was “Don’t expect a present cos this card cost me an arm and a leg!”
In the Book of Proverbs, there is a verse that asks the value of a virtuous woman, and she is valued as being above Rubies. Thank God for apostrophes in the correct places but people have been asking for years what Ruby’s price was….
What am I worth? Depends on the day sometimes. Your poem made me laugh. I hope that was your intention. Felt good. But then again you know I get muddled from time to time.
You know what, Michael? I think our worth remains constant, its just our perception, depending on the day, that varies. It’s certainly true for me.
Viv, its funny how certain phrases or lines fire the most unlikely synapse. Your “bland tub of sawdust” reminded me of playing at charity fetes with the school band as a boy.
Michael, it was meant to make people laugh as well as think, so I am glad it made you laugh. Laughter is great medicine!
Kev, I was indeed meaning the whole lucky dip thing. My daughter once got something quite valuable in a lucky dip tub in Glastonbury many years ago. You can’t be sure what’ll be in it!