This is the time
that cannot decide,

a penumbra of seasons
where everything hovers

between either and or,
string lights and marigolds,

and no one bothers
to enunciate correctly.

I am flustered, inarticulate,
prone to dumb conceits;

I don’t know what I am,
or where displaced love resides.

I only know that it is raining,
and that you are gone.

 

Hugh Lemma

Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person; if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. His first book, Auditions For The Afterlife, was released in May of 2016.

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Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person; if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. His first book, Auditions For The Afterlife, was released in May of 2016.