Saharan Dust

Weird sky weird sun I’ve always been a loyal devotee to the concept of the seasons What season is this? Continue reading →

Storm

A storm is coming I can feel it It is power But May Hill is cloudless, its trees glittering turrets Continue reading →

Fever with a twist of Lime

  The soaring temperature, is followed by the storm It feels like some New Orleans swamp not a suburb in Continue reading →

Tales From The Edge Of My Living Room

As I sit at my desk waiting for the St. Jude storm to hit last week’s sunny weather seems like Continue reading →