“Summer, it turns me upside down…” Magic – The Cars I love summer! I can’t even begin to tell you how much. I love everything about it, even the oppressive heat. After all, we do have these fancy inventions called air conditioners. It is always a bit sad at this time when it comes to … Continue reading
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills brimming fiery, red clay its flame builds in dusk Ah, divide the world into sunsets Here the village sits a map point in jungle dense magnificent On the edge of … Continue reading
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out front?” “Yes, the ones in front of our building, Jillie!” “My goodness, they aren’t there? I haven’t a clue!” I said as I looked out the window with her. I … Continue reading
After eight hours of cutting bargeboard and driving anchor bolts, Kevin walked down searing sidewalks. He approached the corner of 2nd and Folsom where he had parked his van behind the Brew Haha Coffee House. He squinted into the distance. It was hard to see after long hours, dizzying heights, and now this mirage-like steam … Continue reading
In the strawberry-hued fields of youth you sat there painted girl with flowers in your hair lavender swirling in the sky with soft fury Princess, they said with cat’s eyes and porcelain skin fancy finery subtly gazing enthralled peering upward watching clouds melt into castles Such bounteous flowers heavy adornment a passion princess composing a … Continue reading
Whispering Falls was a bit of a lie because there were no falls at all, just a river that every now and then, completely dried up. When it wasn’t dry, it was just running through a little wannabe city. Someone had a great idea one day to put the falls back into Whispering Falls, … Continue reading
The smell of rubber even now means anticipation shaped into bicycle tires getting that new bike riding on seat springs and sunlight skirting a pathway to the sun legs turning to jelly pumping pedals flying down Pine Street and Jr. High too summer yawning ahead like a billion burnished promises gliding along the edge of … Continue reading
