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
winter-thick honey sea salt in a cracked jar taigas of frost rooting down patterns volunteer themselves in everything our nerves proliferate stir their own
In winter, beech leaves to their parents’ generous fingers. They call it marcescence, this refusal to move out of the house and get a
This book is all about leaves. There is no tree. Leaves don’t drop straight but rather slant, wing, skim. They slip as paper