Reviewed by Dave Seter Raphael Block’s most recent book, The Dreams We Share, fulfills the need for contemporary nature poetry written from a spiritual
i. When names come back, they’re rarely those I reach for. It’s the mailman who stopped for a nip, the bride whose purse
You lift me to savor cherry blossoms, our young faces blush ripe apple. Our baby girl giggles, raises the tall stuffed giraffe we
It rains down. Love, I will not marry you. I haven’t been asked to though my answer spins so, as the girl in sneaker-skates