One in a series of poems I’m writing about Kansas. This one is another haiku.

The world is cold and dark in winter. January is a harsh month to be alive in the mid-west of the US. The wind and the snow and ice make us all hermits.

I wrote this exactly one year ago.

Just the thought of walking at mid-day in June might make you to break out in sweat. It had made me to feel sweaty as well and then, I had decided to try walking at noon!

The weather here is pants right now!

Leon prepared for his appointment, hoping better weather would draw near.

A detailed and interesting, yet simple short story of Halloween night and a haunted pumpkin…