Jose Padua: It Was the Summer After the Summer of Love
it’s the first time in my life
that I’ve ever had an image
or maybe it just an idea
(which was still bad enough)
of my parents doing it,
having sex, grabbing each other
July 6, 2019 · Leave a comment
Emily Dickinson: As Imperceptively as Grief
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away – Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy – A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself … Continue reading
September 14, 2018 · 1 Comment
Elizabeth Romero: Summer Afternoon
At the furthest point there are clouds And more clouds and then the hill All crunchy green, then buildings Nearer and nearer, perfectly factual Dark empty windows and the flats … Continue reading
June 4, 2018 · Leave a comment
