The alley has gone to hell, garages belching robot grunge and failed steampunk rust. In between, a green sprawl of pumpkins and watermelons lines the fence and spills over the tops of compost bins. An Airstream that has seen too many rivers, aluminum foil peeling…

THE MONTH OF JUNE   crick clack snack she’s a Jack of all trades taking her sweet time mulling over every last ounce of sweat.   Their sweat, not hers, she’s transferred pain onto them and they have no chance to decamp other than to…

Driving through the lush green valleys, Newborn babe in tow, All we owned and all we were, Stowed away and traveling forth. Summer’s faded end was nearing. A symbol of our journey, A new leaf, a new page, a new book. The end of an…

You will step out onto the platform into the humid embrace of the summer afternoon You will melt as you melt into the crowd of which you are a part but from which you are completely apart The streets of Shibuya will suck you out…

Heat-haze thunderstorms Afternoons asleep in shade Bird calls fill the air.

Full “super” moon illuminated my walk to the beach Mid-August night Is a gentle reminder of summer’s end. People on porches, shadowed by candles, talk, banter, guffaw, whisper, share libations and points of view… “Israel and Palestine…” “When I was in Ireland..” “Remember the time…”…

I can taste it, the seething heat of a summer afternoon. It wraps me up like a blanket, its warmth kissing my skin like a long lost lover. I’m pulled into a dreamy haze, every step taking more effort than the last, wading through a…

Honeydew and morning glory Crackling heat And scary stories Hickory smoke Grilled artichoke Laughter,love,and smiles Abound That’s what summer tastes like

Its so great to see the beautiful Beaches Lay in the sun Feel the gentle breeze blowing Enjoy the sand and sea Just to know we have it all Is a wonderful blessing to me.