the sun kissing the edges of leaves
walks along the river
this book, Hold Still by Sally Mann
the smell of peony and rose
Johnny Cash singing, Daddy Sang Bass
the Laurel Highlands on a cool, fall morning
Lately
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Excerpt
Amo, amas, amat, she thought. Amamus, amatis, amant. Their Latin teacher had made them march through the halls chanting conjugations. I love, you love, he, she, or it loves. It loves? That made no sense. We love. You (plural) love. They love. And then, of course, the perfect passive subjunctive – would that I had been loved – the saddest conjugation of them all.
From The Year of the Gadfly by Jennifer Miller, 2012
Rising
the morning is my favorite time of day,
when the fog lifts and the hopefulness rises
Pleasures
soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting
Silence
it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence
One Look
it was one look, but it was everything
Ferocity
she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity
