August, Die She Must, Yes, Die She Did
August, Die She Must, Yes, Die She Did
The Slide Into September
September 1, 2020
It Rained Today Because It Had To
How can you say goodbye to the summer that never happened? No baseball games, no lakefront runs, no long drives with the top down to a place that isn’t there and that’s fine because the radio never knows where you’re going.
It was the summer of the dead. It was the long, hot days of empty parks and sad bar stools and humid nights of fighting in the streets. It was the summer of weekends that saw statues crumbling.
The graffiti should tell the story but it doesn’t. The story is told only by the dead and the dying. The hopeful part is we are all dying. We all know that life owes us one more summer before we die and we know we are all dying and summer laughs at us because it dies every year. --TK
Tuesday, September 1, 2020