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
There is no fording that wide river or even seeing the other side, the ferry’s terminus. No promises only memory: I can’t live there.
Evening and their calls echo down these hills of oak, eucalyptus, screams, high pitched, urgent– we give them words instinct, warning, longing. Safe
Translated by Marilyn McCabe Time, from its pipes, calls in clear chords: Be one with the sun, you souls and bodies. By dusty paths