Phillip Terman: My Blossoming Everything
It is red raspberries in a circular thicket of thorns.
Who are you, my beloved? My sweetness,
My swallowtail, my infinite youth?
July 14, 2024 · 3 Comments
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Self-Portrait as Tuning Fork
and you quiver
as if struck by the great hand
of what is true
June 9, 2024 · 31 Comments
Chard deNiord: April
There is a new quality in the air: a sweet
fragrance from the first flowers—that smell
spring passes under your nose to wake you
again, more than wake you, stir you
April 14, 2024 · 7 Comments
