Soulstice grub, or How to awaken the mordant inner writer with French Toast

Chafe that writer's soul awake in the chill dawn of the shortest day by breaking fast at the table of Meta-geoist plunge poet Dave Giesen. For those seeking impulse to put bum to bench and hand to pen, and then ink to scrip, Giesen will dunk slabs of Tartine loaf in eggnog-hey-nonnie-nonnie and fry till brown just for you as the yolk of daybreak bursts the dozen cousin's carton coop. FREE as Diggers lust.

Then you're turned out to get a grip of the day on Bernal Hill, mouthing the lines come to you amidst the red chert laminate of the promontory.

Or, test your memory by putting off till afternoon your scribble because you come along on the Real Estate and Justice walk led downtown by plunge poet Dave.