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summertime | summertime

annette-talbert's picture
Jul.12.2013
It's a hot summer night, but Mom and I are inside the house watching television. Most evenings I would be out with the gang, playing hide and seek, Red Rover, or freeze tag. We could be sitting in the dark backyard telling ghost stories, or catching fireflies in old mayonnaise jars. But, no one is...
jodi-thompson's picture
Jun.21.2013
She runs down the center of the street, a blur of bright pink against the pink and blue sky of dusk and the dusky dark green of trees. The sign flickers; 6 mph appears briefly, then disappears.  She slows downs just past the temporary sign meant to warn speeders behind the wheel, meant to...
annette-talbert's picture
Jul.18.2012
You don't get to 50 without saying goodbye to a few family members and some close friends along the way. I don't know if my Grandfather's passing affected me so much because it was unexpected, or the fact that my life changed after his death. It was already a summer of change. My parents had...
randy-mitchell's picture
May.31.2012
We all have certain things which make us feel happier, content, less stressed, and wanting to claim more from life. For some, it’s the smoothness of silk against their skin, the adoring face of a puppy, a friendly encounter, a child’s laughter, or the sensuality of a lovers kiss. True, all these...
arabella-grayson's picture
Aug.03.2011
Well, I done et my tomato. . . I'd intended to give it another day or two, but last night when I went out to check on it like I normally do; touching the rich soil for dampness or dryness and giving it my customary caress, the tomato popped right off its sturdy stem into my welcoming hand. I tried...
jam-hamidi's picture
Jul.11.2011
In Summer I hum to myself even though the fish are gone and the food is more costly. Is it the colors, blue, green? Or the sway of the short skirts, eyes meeting eyes so boldly? With people's attention gone, instead of trumpeting war, headlines turn to mere gossip leafed in sidewalk restaurants...
annette-talbert's picture
Jul.09.2011
More Summer MemoriesWhen I think of the summers of my childhood, the long evenings after dinner come to mind. There was something magical about that time of day.  The sun began to loosen its steamy grip on the earth as it slowly became a large orange ball in the western sky. Birds sang their...
sue-glasco's picture
Jun.02.2011
When we step out of the kitchen into the garage, the roar of the cicadas fill our ears.  It took Gerald a couple of days to figure out what he was hearing because he thought surely something mechanical was happening beyond the woods that borders our west field. After sleeping 13 years, those...
christine-bottaro's picture
Oct.05.2010
In spite of my best effort to hang onto Summer, I do believe Fall is leaping into action, kicking summer around, dragging it off to the trash heap.  There it goes, thrashing the tree branches around, scaring up the leaves and sending them all in a dither to gutters and windbreaks. I thought at...
christine-bottaro's picture
Jun.30.2010
A friend of mine who emigrated here from Lebanon brought some fresh plums to me, straight from the tree in his garden.  They have an aroma of roses and sunlight.  When you bite into one, the juice runs down your arm and the flavors of sweet languid summer, songs sung on twilight porches, rope...