I found altar flowers sitting at my doorstep this Sunday, wilting in the Florida August heat – their piety drained, sagging, heavy-blossomed red and peach-colored roses, tall purple somethings at mid-staff, smaller, brighter purple I don’t know whats fading – the weight of it all. I know my flowers about as well as my saints.… Continue reading

The consequences of summer are visible in berry-stained skin, sweat-soaked shirts, crimson-streaked skies, unintended tan lines, and heaping promises baked into fruit pies that will burn the taste buds right off your tongue if you aren’t a little bit patient. The humid somnolence invades all corners until even the crickets are too hot to sing.… Continue reading