Losing my Head for the SummerI am wildflower,a flame azalea drawingits roots up from the asphalt -an ox-eyed daisy,ox-blood and whirling,hair like the tops of cogon grasscaught in awestward wind.My head will come back to mein September,chased by the tornadoesfrom across the Plains;it will catch me up in timefor hurricane seasonwhen I will don my hat againto keep my head from spinningand to ward off further freckling.
Summer BloomAn iris smiles.Her lovely purple face glows--a face of beauty.
The Campfire Stories - ProloguePrologue~The Universe is a complicated place, filled with countless abnormalities that no one can be prepared for. To live one's life trying to avoid death is pure folly, because in the end they never live. Life is about companionship, experiences both good and bad, and the continuation of generations. Across this great planet there are many wondrous sights to behold both simple and grand. On the Urevagen Peninsula, there is a convergence of many species that have populated the world. You see, the Peninsula wasn't always a peninsula; it was an island. I lived upon it for many years, until it formed with the mainland, providing entry to all the world. For now, I just want to tell you a little about some of those species.The Humes, a complex race that populate certain regions of the planet, also follow the simple, yet overarching role of life. However, compared to other primitive beings, Humes tend to get more out of life, despite their rough surroundings. They stay toget