"Bokeh" "White Bokeh" ARTIST BIO | Jean Wolff has had group and solo exhibits in various galleries in New York City and internationally. In addition,
Debra Marquart
1973 let me tell you how loss pushes through sand once the salt settles and dries once the sun pulls pale waves of grass through the
NASA says something strange is happening with our Universe and how quickly it’s expanding.…. Hubble data, encompassing a variety of cosmic objects that serve as distance
that summer I lived in a children’s book— my loft above a flower shop, my skirt a flap to lift. My parents bought a bouquet and
June- October 10/5 Dream of a summer camp: pick berries with kids. Lake. No breaks. Big old Forest Service hall. Mom helps me set up
You’ll dream of this, the finding-your-way by nose, down through a bulwark of salmonberries, outside of time, to the place where the river pulled away and
I. I go to the river, tell her my name is Mary Oliver, ask what she knows about this dying world. The river says: Sadness is
—after the Sackett v. EPA decision, May 25, 2023 The river I knew was near the sea. I saw its tides, smelled its hint of salt
Field Notes: Worcester County, April Acorns sprout beards spongy-white as grubbing maggots. Iris and crocus give way to forsythia and hyacinth; violets sprout from the lawn
Poets love ‘em much as legal tender, trysting in the twilight inflecting cold rhyme & like reeling drunks daylong in meadowsweet splurging the blue sun oozes