Of Sundays to Come
A bear knocked on my door as he does on Sundays. He knows my routine, morning meditation, habit I picked up before my wife fell ill. He has grown old with me, our teeth worn down. As is typical he has brought a collection of poems, penned by a minor poet, and reads, “Our love grew up in a seaside town. Our love is shirtless.” We laugh – full bodied – as his heavy paws slap the mahogany table, a present from years past. We move outside, enjoying first days August, identifying shades of orange from the newly bloomed rhododendrons, a stark contrast to his black mottled fur. Picking wild strawberries, ones that will be placed in our lunchtime fare, I am reminded of ignorance, its need to kill the known and unknown alike, and am hopeful of tomorrow, of Sundays to come.
Laine Derr holds an MFA from Northern Arizona University and has published interviews with Carl Phillips, Ross Gay, Ted Kooser, and Robert Pinsky. Recent work appears or is forthcoming from Antithesis, ZYZZYVA, Portland Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere.
Art: Before Sunrise by Kristina Sergeeva who is a young photographer, born in 1996 in St. Petersburg, Russia. She completed the full course of the Fotografika Academy in St. Petersburg in 2019. In 2020, she entered the top three winners of the Belgrade Photo Month. In September 2020, Fotografika Publishing released Kristina’s debut photobook “How Sasha Litvinov buried the gun.”