Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sing Summer Bird, With Songs Uncontested.

Wash - 70 Words.
Aaron Dethrage

Darkness washed over the sky like soapy water over a grimy car, soaking and pure. It was appropriately hot–June in the South–and I speculated that maybe it was mandated so by some godforsaken decree. And as the old summer trees wrapped their arms full of leaves ‘round the birds then sleeping inside, I held her and promised tomorrows paved with promise that we both were certain were lies.

Kathleen - Josh Ritter


  1. "promised tomorrows full of promise" struck me a little odd, but I like the piece as a whole. Agree with Sarah on the first image.