Kimo Calendar
January’s river stands immobile,
frozen hard in mid-ripple,
its sweet laughter silenced.
Two February shovels rest aslant,
weary against the door frame,
exhausted by the snow.
Improbable March winter aconites
bloom where the slow melting drifts
await the first robin.
Clouds of April’s snowy apple blossoms
show off for the ardent bees
heedless of the late frost.
Brand-new May butterflies sun themselves
Wonderful review, @mollyhousemouse. I remember reading this story and not wanting to have to wait for the next chapter to post. It's a story that will have have you hooked and drawn in. I'm very glad to see it here this morning.
This poem made me remember the voice of my grandmother singing, and now I wonder who wrote all those songs she sang. We can be giants or gnats, but what you say here is so true: that some people continue to reveal themselves long after they die. Thank you.
I’m enjoying this new Australian adventure. I hope the wedding goes off smoothly; it sounds as if it has been hard to work around the mother of the groom.
Jack is falling from grace as quickly as a stone falls from a cliff. I fear the crash when he hits the ground will be brutal. I feel badly for Damon, annoyed at Alyssa and angry at Jack's father. You've done well in bringing my emotions to a lather.
I love the fine distinctions of Crazy outlined here. I have indeed encountered Bus Crazy, and it's a perfect description. But then the end you devised for this series of encounters topped it all. That was a perfect build up. And thank you for the cookies!
This is a beautiful story, and one sure to provoke conversation. I’m glad you created a character like William who saw the light in both Daniel and Colin, unlike Hilda who was blind to it.
These are great questions, and I’m fascinated by the range of answers. Of course, I’m glad Michael and Blaine got under your skin. Funny how characters - no matter who brought them to life - can do that. Thank you for another great installment!
Thanks for this fascinating story. Jair found a way out of this immediate situation, but I fear Joseph will not thank Jair, nor cease to be his enemy from this moment forward.
Orson and Wells. Smirks aren’t usually a mile wide, but perhaps you’ll make an exception in my case. I loved this chapter. Mason and Jeremy, then Orson and Joseph find love and comfort at Camp Refuge. You make it sound magical.
Your poem resonates deeply with me; my students encounter roads and crosswalks several times a day, every day. These tragedies could happen to any one of us. Who are we becoming?
You didn’t have to end it without telling. I know Chipper is a winner with me. I too, see a long career for him. Maybe a Super Bowl halftime appearance next year? Thank you, thank you for allowing me the privilege of reading and working on this.