Summer casualties

Everything colorful was gone from the woman’s flower beds, despite all her ardent work. The summer just wouldn’t allow anything other than perennial green now. Listening to Chopin’s tender Nocturnes as dusk descended, I gazed into her yard at a wheelbarrow holding slender planks of oak she had acquired for a trellis. A large ceramic […]

Every day here is like a shoreline

In the summer the sparrows sound like you’re watching the tide The grackles soar like seagulls over ocean foam spouting from the 12 bus Passengers undulate over every bump and street-wise pedestrians are like mushrooms in the tropics, wearing floppy hats while going about their tasks In the summer there’s a beat you can listen […]