by Kelly

my sweet rescue dog

how did she survive thunder

before she had me?

by Kelly

the brink of big rain –

concrete front stoop hot as a

wok under my toes

by Kelly

dark clouds moving fast

mad momentum gathering —

the TV goes black

by Kelly

interfaith marriage

on CNN because of

Chelsea Clinton’s beau

What do these pundits

know of me and my husband?

I stab the remote.

Outside it’s humid

83 at 8:30

no forecast of rain

I sigh into the

stickiness, breathe it in

till I acclimate.

Then, turning around,

I open my front door to

the cool air of home.

by Alison

stretched out on my bed

freshly showered and alone -

window fans rattle, rain falls

by Kelly

night winds whisper, warn

be thankful you’re inside, dry

big thunder brewing

by Kelly

picking up dog poop

I’m face to face with a worm

bloated, bleached and dead

by Alison

running barefoot in

the driveway after the rain -

warm asphalt and steam

by Alison

tired and content

from last night’s festivities -

rain drops on porch screens

by Kelly

so many mornings

disguised as evenings — I long

for 6 am sun