High Summer
–-This poem reflects on the dense, fragrant air of late August, where warmth, memory, and the fullness of the season seem to…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on mosquito hour as one of high summer’s small intrusions, when evening softness is interrupted by the persistent nearness…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on cold melon in the heat of the afternoon, where high summer turns its intensity into refreshment, sweetness, and…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on a summer power outage, when ordinary comforts vanish and the body becomes newly aware of heat, stillness, and…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on wilted zinnias in high summer, where beauty endures strain, bends under heat, and finds renewal again in evening…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on a storm drain in high summer as a quiet place of waiting, where heat, stillness, and the promise…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on a dry creek bed in high summer, where absence, memory, and the shape of return remain even after…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on the heavy stillness of the dog days, when high summer presses everything toward rest, shade, and surrender to…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on a sunburn line as a small bodily record of high summer, where pleasure, labor, and exposure leave their…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on a porch fan at midnight as a small mercy in high summer, where motion and hum make the…
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