Published in NoVa Bards Anthology Wildflowers twirled and dipped from ballroom dancing With the storm’s winds Are now still and dew-laden...

The town spills over with a slow-paced sanctity My heart aches for the sun-faded stone cathedrals Hallow be thy name Yet hollow are the...

Cheap grocery flowers purchased after church Lead to songs after the storm Ice cream after dinner And hugs at midnight

Babies with bandanas Sweaty thighs and salty upper lips Whetted palates Squinty eyes and crows feet Naked blonde toddlers doggy paddle...