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
What I know is sand, or at least dust; microfilaments, metal and plastic and leftovers from the creation filter through windows even on days
A leaf turns into a hand— veined and open. The yolk of an egg cracked into a bowl is the sun which is France
Let’s say the earth opens beneath your feet. Let’s say valley. Let’s say canyon. Let’s say wolf-teeth and firebox. Cascading bark. The world opens.