We pay homage to summer with Volume 23, Issue 3, which contains poems about passion, bluegills, Neruda, and stingrays—chance encounters with people, poems, and
Spring again, and without discrimination, pollen lands on leaf, earth, house, truck and road, and I am off kilter with glory as it crowns
The first time I loved him, his exaggerated ears flattened as he peeked out the window pane. A robin pecked at bits and birdseed,
At the meadow’s edge the trees will not stop talking. They have so much to say about that space too broad for them