Tag: Kenneth Elliott

Bucolic Memory by Kenneth Elliott

You made your lovers’ songs thin with malice Those summer days we danced waist to waist In grass high as our navels and milky with summer Blowing locust flaps and Sirocco reed sounds. I would not sit down. I wanted to leave the crawling… Continue Reading “Bucolic Memory by Kenneth Elliott”

Frogs by Kenneth Elliott

I took her to the marsh edge at night’s threshold. The frogs cricked and moaned and I was flustered and apologetic. “I wanted to take you someplace quiet.” She adjusted her shirt, cocked her head, and smiled. Crickets sawed their legs off, and some… Continue Reading “Frogs by Kenneth Elliott”