Swallows fly in sweep before the tractor catching bugs in flush from engine’s sound. Back and forth, they pass in swoop, angle of wings and v of their tails spread in arcs and glide; violet blue of topsides of their bodies, peach and cream flash when bellies show. Mind is restless, won’t fix to […]
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ROOTS
She was beautiful in her full and bloom and, in way, he adored her all the more. Her face in light of morning’s cast, sun’s shine on them on porch; beauty of the moment, beauty in being, made world and home of cultivated wilds where life and family made roots. He kissed her gently, […]
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UNSLEEPING
I didn’t sleep well last night. Maybe it was the iced tea at dinner, or cup of coffee after, or lights on in the kitchen through crack of door, too hot, or too cold, new pillow cover different from old’s feel. Who knows? Planting now, soft bounces and rhythm of tractor’s […]
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SUMMER GIFT
Morning sun shone into room through frame of window’s view, low angled light in reach and cast, fanning from frame, into heart and depth of home; catch of the island, blade-hew and grain of the wooden floor, rest-edge of laurel stove. She smiled on its cast and fall, hands in her hair as she […]
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WHOLE
Whole of her body sighed—alive—as Anna felt his place of kiss, high to inner thigh. Liquid light from morning sun bathed over her again. Down-draw of the sheets, cool of the room, warmth of his lips and trailed path of tongue; find of his touch, gentle as sun in trace-caress to her held openness. […]
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CAPRESE
“How is your garden?” he asked, sincere and wanting to know. “I’ve been staring at a yellow squash that hasn’t seemed to have grown for a week—might’ve hit it with a little glyphosate enough to stunt the growth, but not enough to kill it… The spaghetti squash vines are taking […]
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SERENITY
There lived serenity in morning’s come, in cool of the air through window and door frame’s open, dew over earth, birdsong’s carry and arrive from over the fields and closer branches of their roosts; air’s waking of skin in effect of the cool, it’s touch sense-bliss before high-heat of day. Anna read in […]
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COULD YOU?
“Do you think it’s weird how everything’s connected, always, 24-7?” he asked. “We use a word processor, every keystroke, word, sentence, and thought is collected and analyzed by a third party; then turned back around on us for targeted ads? There is zero privacy in a digital journal—it’s all collected and used. Do you think […]