Robert Walicki: If a Tree Falls
A tree falls does anyone care if it makes it into this poem? A poem bone deep and raw, broken into bark and hanging on to the edge of a … Continue reading
February 21, 2019 · 1 Comment
Bertha Rogers: Copper Beech Trees in Winter
Leaves arc, like paintings of blown leaves; like cut paper, like sunset strewn across red-gold sky, like smoldering fires; serrate-edged, notched, like some knives. But they cut only the hard … Continue reading
December 10, 2018 · Leave a comment
Zoltán Böszörményi: The Conscience of Trees
(A fák lelkiismerete) you must appeal to the conscience of trees their calm is the sign of confidence that you’ve coveted for ages even with a budding mind their … Continue reading
September 7, 2018 · 1 Comment
