It is mid-June, and the bees in the spirea— catching light like snow—are barely audible in the great, bent branches. A shell can speak of the sea. The hill we are perched on speaks of the valley inverted. A peach pit is not a precious object. Yet it sits in the eater’s hand, as damp […]
Stacy L. Spencer
Originally from West Michigan by way of Upper Manhattan, Stacy L. Spencer now divides her year between rural Maine and the Washington, D.C., area. She is surviving the pandemic armed with poetry, science, and a willing spirit. A poem that addresses the emotional aftermath of 1/6, “Ragged Mountain,” was recently published in Topical Poetry.