I lived three summers, age3 to nearly 6, in northern California. This is how I remember it. Summer heat–sweet reliefin darkened hallbeneath the fan,the rumbling wind,the stormthat blew the coolall through the house…I’d catch a chill and die,they claimed.Disbelieving,driven out to play,I’d waitanother chance… Summer feet–freed from socks and kedsnot alwayssufficiently awareof bees among the […]


Heat comes after the cool of morning down out of a clear blue skythat reaches upwards towards forever. Land bakes underoven-air that parchesgrass and flower,sears the souland wearies hearts and limbs. Over the mountainsbuilding toweringdarkening clouds confoundthe sunbright heatlift windsfling lightning boltsand grumbleand deluge at lastto bludgeon flowersinto the sudden mudbut the grasslikes it. Passing, […]

Long Island Summers

I’d go backfor just a moment, perhaps as longas one August day and a night,enough, I think, to relish what I lovedabout Long Island summers. Scents of ragweed,seared grasses, almost-too-sweet rosesin the heavy summer air… Glittering waters,hot, hot sandand tiny shellshiding in the dryingseaweed margin of the tide… Early morningssun like a glowing peachsoft-lit hazy cool’til nearly 10… […]