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
Tag: poetry
I hang my hope on the highest branches, out of reach, where it dangles and sways in the breeze, and offers periodic respite to a passing bird needing perch. Would it do me more good at ground-level, in-hand, manipulated, turned every which way? And more easily bruised, dropped, shaken to assess hollowness or solidity. Best… Continue reading
What small percentage of my life have I devoted to the examination in the mirror of my jawline assessing its relative definition in reflection of the definition of me. What thoughts do I entertain at the arc of my back, at shadow, at curve. I am so exquisitely aware of the negative space adjacent, of… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 