Holy days passed by— looking back through faint fragrances to catch a glimpse. Underneath carport shadow pink plastic teacups, my small hands, getting the lowdown on the phantoms in the backyard.
So much I’ve forgotten in the corners of the toolshed— so much forgotten lying scattered across the yard, wrapped around the grass blades.
My brother points to the black cloak wandering the apple orchard at noon. Red and yellow figures dance out from the wall as strange leaves fall and I lie frozen.
Dillon McCroskey is an undergraduate at East Tennessee State University, majoring in English with a minor in Film Studies. He is most strongly influenced and inspired by works from southern authors such as William Faulkner and Robert Penn Warren, as well as artists of the Beat Generation.