september again

It’s September again and rather on its way to October. The farmstand near campus has had a cart of mums out since the first week of classes, when it was still August, when the weather turned an autumnal chill strangely early. Those August mums sported tight, closed buds, and now the cart riots lavender and … More september again


I am cagey, wary about books, collecting them in great heaps and circling them, until something snaps, until I feel I must dive in and devour them all. At once. … More bookish