after Linda Gregg The June trail through Cold Spring Park is dry, save for a lone, shallow puddle and spongey patches of ground where moisture lingers. I am alone and yet utterly surrounded. Love is the chirps and jeers of bluejays aloft and the chirring of red-winged blackbirds over the […]
Jane Attanucci
Jane Attanucci grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Author of First Mud (Finishing Line Press) and A River Within Spills Light (Turning Point), Jane has poems in Common Ground Review, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, and Writer’s Almanac among others. She lives in Newton, Massachusetts.