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
Before dawn, the desert air tastes different, the click of an old analogue clock moves differently, the cross-stitch adorning it rests differently in its
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