flowers in the concrete

On Friendship, Falling in Love and Falling Apart, pt. 2 (pt. 1, pt. 3, pt. 4)

Ode to Friendship, Noor Hindi

The Truth Has Three Sides, Sabrina Benaim

I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), Fall Out Boy

Autumn, Patty Dickson Pieczka

Unknown

Unknown

Nature Poem, Chen Chen

Planet of Love, Richard Siken

Ever Yours: The Essential Letters, Vincent Van Gogh

Just Like Heaven, The Cure

Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

The Dialogue of Desire and Guilt, J.D. McClatchy

Someplace Like Montana, Ada Limón

Cold Solace, Anna Belle Kaufman

Fleabag (2016-2019)

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

Your Love Finds Its Way Back, Sierra DeMulder

The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield

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September is a transition, a gentle

limbo between hard August and soft

October. I wait for moonrise, the way

I always do. There are stories

the moon can tell that the sun

cannot: a yellow aura on the moon

means rain is coming, hopefully,

in three days. Around the sun, it means

there is dust in the air. I know summer

was hard, but I am not ready

to say goodbye to cicadas or fireflies.

Change is an act of trust. The tree

is preparing itself for autumn, ready

to offer its leaves to the earth.

What can I offer? The river is lower

than I have seen it in years, and I am

afraid. I still have hope, I still have

gratitude, and I still offer them

to September the way I always do.

musings on Spring

this evening has slipped

deep into my glass of merlot

becoming part of a lace edged burgundy

heart that holds

you in the silence of emerging stars

a night swirled across my taste buds

with the familiar taste

of ripe plums and you

so alive in the music of the night

a slow dance to crickets and

the deep bass of a tree frog

reminding me of the timelessness

of our proximity captured

in clicks of the phases of the moon

shimmering july nights