They are upon this website like the haze that descends upon a blazing, stuffy afternoon. I’m not sure what it is about the middle of summer that makes any productive activity feel like a slog through knee-deep mud. Continue reading “The Doldrums of Summer Writing”
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Haiku Sunday – Tan Lines
“Tan Lines”
Apollo gazes
Roasting the throngs like tubers
With a glaze of sweat
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Stovetop
“Stovetop”
The asphalt sizzles
Searing cracks into bare feet
Black dust cakes like coal
Steve D
Evening Satellite Publishing 