“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Saturday, July 23, 2011


That hard, percussive sound 
of a football repeatedly kicked
resounds along our street.
The boys are back from school.

The cats watch through the flywire.
They avoid catching my eye.
The fur is lifting on their necks. 
They do not ask to be let outside.


  1. I like the eery, tense feel to this piece of writing. It starts off kind of normal and slips into uneasiness. Good atmosphere!


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