Memory Lane, My Poetry

Summers in Arizona

Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days.   Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard.   Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines.   Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees.   Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona

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My Poetry

The Multiple Personalities of Nature

I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the number five to the university.   In the span of nine minutes the sun smiled down on me, the rain danced on my jacket, the clouds enclosed me, and the wind swirled around my figure.   The beauty of nature...