The 4th with a plague

It's 110 degrees there's a significant wind moving the leaves of our sissoos and elms. From the window outside looks inviting I'm tired of being inside tired of air conditioning and my couch I want to feel some heat, some breeze something Watermelon that's what I want I'll go get a watermelon "I'm going to… Continue reading The 4th with a plague

subversive hope

(image credit here)   If a kernel of wheat falls, dies in the dirt, you said, it will grow. Here we are under the dirt in the dark soiled milieu of their waste and death. Here we are silent. They build roads and sidewalks concrete curbs over us. The weather changes- heat, rain, frozen days… Continue reading subversive hope

The Older Woman

You walked ahead not knowing I was thirty years behind. I was nineteen putting on a ring promising till death. You were forty-one walking through the valley of the shadow ahead of me. Three decades later a block apart our boundaries and times cross providentially. Silver hair ahead of my fading blonde bent over with… Continue reading The Older Woman

Hannagan Meadow In My Ear

warm sunlight on my chest cool high-altitude breeze on my face sun-kissed skin cool touch from wind songs of finch beckon in my ear rush of sound wave of air through Aspen Spruce and Pine wings a flutter thousands of reps per second green, blue shimmering wings in my ear inches from my face she… Continue reading Hannagan Meadow In My Ear