The lychee and mango are ripening against sapphire blue, the air scented with notes of green pepper and salt. Circulation slows but there’s a quickening to the linger, pregnant as these days are with swelling sun and swelter. Finding little respite from distended clouds, stay. We were taught to count – one, one hundred, two,… Continue reading Ripening
Category: poetry
Living Anyway
Tomorrow, spring’s petals will parade down pavement, confetti without the fanfare of a marching band. You wouldn’t call the bulbs and blooms any braver for withstanding winter’s percussive chill. All they know to do is grow in time with songbirds and rounding sun. You wouldn’t cry out, vanity!— for exuberant displays of lusty color, pastels… Continue reading Living Anyway
These Fires
An intentionally placed hallelujah won’t raise the tides to quench a jaundiced sky; no more do I feel less spiritually waterlogged for the wine. I remember, the time; the time; the time. I remember so much, and for the less forgotten; how could I lose track, but still conflate years and minutes. I am——beleaguered, labored,… Continue reading These Fires
caroline ridgway 