Monthly Archives: July 2011

The school and the flag: the same three colors–inverse, though, in prominence.

Napping in a chair by the open window, a concordant cry: “Goal!”

A light bulb halo glows through curtains that hang like crimson angel wings.

List’ning to the rain in a quiet apartment is a day well spent.

Under London’s tears, beneath a slate umbrella, a dream measures up.

Mary has clearly left. But even Burt’s like-child love of life is gone.

The skyline sits–still and steadfast–a hound on the front porch at day’s end.