I wade in a swirl of May-colored water, cast a fine gray quill, the last tie of my father. Michael Sowder has published three collections of poems, “A Calendar of Crows,” “An Empty Boat” and “House ...

A holiday poem from Kevin Kling about the world's oldest profession... fishing. It's a cautionary tale with a bit of mythology mixed in. Up North, where the Snake and the Red Rivers flow, up where ...

arriving through motion or sun. The week the world began, someone was fishing—water, fish, wind, wave. It was God in those blue-gray mornings, then woman and man. Eden’s prayers wove through air: ...

Combining poems written during 2020—2021 with works from two previous collection dealing with Chinese experience (Moss taught English in China 30 years ago), this thoughtful assemblage celebrates Moss ...