The Bookshelf ~ August 2023
lectori salutem
DEAR READERS,
I spent much of June by the river, walking and writing. I spent many of the patchwork, hot days of July sitting under the shade of backyard trees, drifting and writing. Now I find myself in August. I plan to think of this time as if I were a large, spreading oak. Deep roots. Branches stretching out, out, up, claiming all acquaintance with the sky. The occasional bird will visit. A cat, or three. A mis-thrown paper airplane. Warm, yellowed-in green all around, with the slight rustle of grasshoppers in bleached out fields. And through all this, the deliberate chase of words. Yes, August, I am here.