June

the bullwhip of thunder frightens the cat. Cover the grill and bring in the porch cushions. watch the rain pelt the petals off flowers. lightning plays tag across the sky. rain drops dazzle on the leaves, bathed in break-away sun beams through the rushing clouds and the earth smells fresh and woodland I wrote this…

wednesday

this fulcrum of servitude balances precariously , as a week can dip in either direction.  Wednesday thunder songs are the loudest: flashes of brilliance and rain that promise growth. Wednesday romance is the strongest: not built on frivolity or neediness. Wednesday love is enduring, straddled evenly on both sides. Wednesday is the point we say:…