August 2025

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” – Sylvia Plath

July 2025

“I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.”
— Terri Guillemets

June 2025

“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”

— Charles Morgan

May 2025

“May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.” – Fennel Hudson

April 2025

April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
— T.S. Eliot

January 2025

It’s normally my favorite month, but this one was swallowed by grief.

August • September • October 2024

Some missing pages.

July 2024

“I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.” — Terri Guillemets

May 2024

The road to Hell, yadda yadda…

April 2024

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” — George Orwell