The Thunderstorm Today is too hot, too humid, too strange, too oppressive. Only the tropical can savor this wet hot air and be happy. Even the children are languid. The subtle breeze that brought this summer is gone. Misty fields of spring are now overgrown with summer, its lushness of spreading crops, weeds, and strange dusty green things… Read More »
George E. Winslow I’ve known George for a long time. I used to visit him when I was much younger. His place is rather secluded and private – his place was good place to take my girlfriends when I was in high school and college. A good place to hide away and be alone – if you get… Read More »
It’s Summer in the City The thready fingers of heat are already rising from the city’s concrete soul. Another vapid, sullen, pedestrian summer morning awakens. Dawn brings with it, dreary, dull, oppressive heat; just another smothering, infant, summer day. It is already too hot to move and too muggy to breathe. I look at the tired trees through a dirty,… Read More »
Melancholy Midnight A summer night at midnight. I cannot sleep. I open the door and step outside and walk around my yard. I decide to sit down on an old, broken, lawn chair, that has been a fixture on the patio for as long as I can remember. The night feels as sullen and as melancholy as I… Read More »
Romance Novel Heroes I read a lot of books. I don’t often get books at the library because I seldom remember to take them back. I’ve paid too many $50.00 fines. Now, I just buy books, it’s cheaper. I buy a lot of books – mostly paperback books because I’m cheap. But I have bought a few hardback… Read More »
Promises Of Spring Spring did not come upon a warm, soft breeze this year. It came on a dreadful, chilly, rain-soaked wind. A wind that chilled a person to the bones. Spring came on a gray, sullen day and with a chill so it was not unlike the winter days that proceeded it. But still there are promises… Read More »