When We Walked

August Reynolds

i sit at the top

of that concrete


“call me August now, okay?”

i say

many shared smiles

were had here

i place a dead flower

where i sit

it was so beautiful

oh how it was just that



August Reynolds Hailing from Blacksburg, Virginia, August Reynolds’ writing magnifies the subjects surrounding people, the happenings of society, and our forever ongoing battle to remember and, at times, to forget. Inspired by authors such as Charles Bukowski, J.D. Salinger, and John Fante, August attempts to combine the grasping, chaotic beauty of the English language in conjunction with a simplistic delivery.