Kevin Casey is a graduate of the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, and received his graduate degree at the University of Connecticut. His work has been accepted by The Orange Room Review, The Milo Review, Small Print Magazine, Frostwriting, Turtle Island Review, The Monarch Review, and others. He currently teaches literature at a small university in Maine, where he enjoys fishing, snowshoeing, and hiking.
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Summer mornings,
the heat would blossom
and the haze rise, fuming.
My grandmother
would seal her house—
silent tree shadows
on vinyl shades,
drawn ochre drapes
steeped in smoke.
And the pall that
seeped through pine boards
from the basement’s clay
wreathed about the
frail cloud spilling
from the grasp of the ashtray,
pooling, entwined,
in the gloom inside
the cool room’s ceiling,
as thunderheads climbed
to cover the sun that
summoned them.