Edgar Lee Masters: Conrad Siever
…here under the apple tree
I loved and watched and pruned
With gnarled hands
In the long, long years
August 4, 2023 · Leave a comment
James Crews: A Few Things I Have Learned
Watching birds will save you on a daily basis—the shaggy barred owl clinging to a pine branch with its deadly claws, eyes lazing in the glaze of a winter morning, head swiveling back and forth.
February 28, 2023 · 5 Comments
Kathryn Levy: The Story of Apples
They peered at the apples
in the Apple Museum, or the half remembered
pictures of apples.
June 22, 2022 · 3 Comments
Judith Baumel: Under the Dwarf Apple Tree
Pie, crisp, cobbler, fritter
Donut dumpling darling dearest.
June 20, 2022 · Leave a comment
Martha Silano: Poem that Begins at the Core
A mother who lived to peel apples,
bake the most exquisite pies. Suffuse the air
with delicious love. A father gah-gah for fossils,
mummies, cow manure.
July 19, 2021 · 2 Comments
