Temper

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I try to be good,” he said. His droopy eyes were almost closed, and I decided to leave him there for the night. The sky was wide and bruised with stars, and a cool breeze was curling its tail around the porch. I would bring him a blanket and a pillow for his head; he was too big to coax into a bed. “I got a temper,” he said, and it almost turned into a snore. His eyes snapped open for a moment. “I don’t know where it comes from. My old man, probably, he had a temper. I tamp it down best I can, but the stove fills up with smoke too quick….”

Excerpt from A Very Tall Summer – Coming Soon

Miss Susan

Miss Susan

Will you stay with me, Miss Susan
help me forget the cold ahead,
enshroud me in your saffron arms,
relieve me of this malcontent.
Will you stay with me, Miss Susan
comfort me, but is there still time?
Keep your glowings burning, dear
’til the end of your days decide.