“I felt a positive sadness when I realized that the great visitation was over, and there was silence in the world again, and all were dead that had so recently lived and filled the world with noise and movement.” – Harry Ardell Allard.


The only proof
of my sustenance
on this summer night
is a cicada’s
fervent song, its
stark desperation
almost unbearable. The
old couples are dead;
the young, alive,
are dying. How
would you like it if
you had to lay down
life in search of
your one true mate? I
do not believe in
prayers, but nothing
says love like a
lone cicada crying in
the dark