Monthly Archives: June 2011

Before blossoming, magnolia flowers are little hands in prayer

There is a power that brings men to their knees: that of the summer dress  

The laundry bag sat like a homeless man; the shoes mingled like pigeons.

She asked us to find God. It was damned hard between the cymbals and riffs.

Comfortable in my red hoodie, window open, texting would be nice.

A warm summer night, a watermelon slushy at Tastee Freez: Joy.

She watched the sun go down in windows of buildings across the steeled street.