Storm clouds roll in thick, billowy and dark, blowing small branches and leaves across the field of wildflowers where butterflies make their habitat, laying flat the flowers and thicket on which they find their life and breath. One butterfly frail and tattered lays...
Heat dances from the asphalt, giving solid objects the illusion of swaying under July’s burning heat. Hydrangea bushes, all purple and pink, dot the landscape of homes and churches. Driving down the road, I begin to count all the churches – One, Two, Three…Ten,...
