Afternoon of August 11, 2026

W ind Chimes ~Michael Lee Johnson The wind chimes, silver-tongued on the balcony today, different sounds— cool, metallic laughter— in all different directions. My thoughts chase after them ~Michael Lee Johnson graveside service blowing across the cemetery a dropped tissue ~John J. Dunphy swallowing fear a biscuit afraid for the throat ~Peter Jastermsky this could be anything what she meant by…