cloudburst
a downpour slaps mildewed concrete abutting my sliding door, its staccato applause echoing the low rumble of distant thunder. beyond my backyard’s...
if only the rain
if only the rain washing dusty streets after weeks of summer drought felt cool on parched skin. if only the rain howling...
evening song
cicadas fill the stagnant, humid air with their song. the sound is deafening as i stroll a gravel path beneath hundred-year-old oaks...
heat waves
six straight days of ninety-eight degrees have kept me locked indoors. my overworked ceiling fan whines and wobbles but can’t cool this...
a lazy summer morning
early morning sunshine knifes between the canopy of oak and pine, disturbed by cool breezes which drift in waves through my open...
touch the clouds
as a kid i climbed every tree in my old neighborhood hoping to touch white cotton-candy clouds, my outstretched index finger straining...
in flux
outside my window a cold gale rattles wooden shutters. a dog’s howl echoes over black and white streets as the lights flicker...
absinthe dreams
i. an evening shower speckles the window. a candle burns on the bedside table, its fitful flame my sole companion. upstairs, a...