My Father Disappears Into Flowers. By Jan Beatty. The apple tree in the backyard with white waterfall blossoms: my father’s body disappearing in his sickness down to 90 lbs, his hat floating on ...

The man who regularly trims trees and cuts down dead ones at our cottage found a tree he thought might need to go. ... On Poetry: Poem's roots go deep for tree-hugger. BY FLEDA BROWN ; May 5, 2019 ...

The roots of Tree of Smoke: A reintroduction to Denis Johnson's early poems as we say goodbye to the author José Teodoro: Harrowing and charismatic, empathetic and cruel, there was, is, will be ...