Ah June, you fickle, fickle month. Yes, summer is here. But the kids are still in school, the garden is still deciding how its going to grow, and I am filled with the hesitancy of the over-tired about to try a nap before a big evening. There is a kind of finish line somewhere between the middle and the end of the month.

I don’t like June.

It contains the anniversary of the deaths of more than one family member, including my mother.

Killer Mike has a new album coming and he has released a couple of videos. “Motherless” appeared a couple of weeks ago and I am just now catching up with it. Or rather, it has caught up to me.

This is not so much what is driving my creativity this week, but holding it. A caesura. An intake of breath.