Sporadic evening

It was evening, and sporadic rainfall punctuated hours of balmy heat, like ellipses of an early autumn day, uncertain in the shift of dusk if summer would continue. The weather left a glassy polish on the street that hurried sharp across its pavement rapid shards of over-saturated red and yellow light, bright beneath the sagging […]

Molten days

Tell me the horizon cries with tears of auburn burning, rusted days decayed and molten copper sunsets bled and empty. Tell me evening comes disguised in blue to cool the seething mass of bedlam melting, silent to the viscous notes of flooding rose bouquets and flaxen smoke consumed. Hear me from the glass reflection braced […]

No time for silence

There isn’t time for silence here when moment after moment thaws away, where days are pearls of water frozen in a colder year to polish cliffs with tears of every instant passed. To watch the sky in drifts of ice become a river, to feel an hour melt from eras long before me into winds […]

Up here

The winds were emphatic here, but still I had to listen close to where they bent the stems of wildflowers, where they swept against the cliffs to make the dust that vaneered my windshield, just to hear what they were saying. The air was cold for spring, the sky a little greyer than I thought […]

Tenth of July

Downstairs in Tommy‚Äôs split-level house, the air settled in musty layers. Galaxies of dust orbited inside sheets of light pouring through the sliding glass door, all the little particles purling like a creamy fluid when I blew at them. Despite the mid-summer sun, the house was dark, its deep cherry wainscoting stealing all the natural […]

Choice of bikes

It was summer, and the heat rose up in glassy waves above the street in front of Tommy’s house. The field across from us was dry and golden, a heavy breeze betrayed in curls and tendrils moving through the arid grass, almost warning to abort our plan. – We had a choice of bicycles and […]

Landing gear

Heat came through the glass as if the rain outside was sultry. Golden light sheathed the tarmac, making puddles into mirrors of the coming day. I imagined trees on the horizon bloomed with steam, yawning cool night so as to take a deeper breath of warmer atmosphere. – Reality outside was much more crisp and […]