By Dean Marshall Tuck Is Ellie smiling at me—or is she just biting her saxophone reed? Her eyes look like she’s smiling. But can you smile and play alto at the same time? Freddie plays, and I realize I’ve lost my place on the chart.
By Kristen Gleason This is the season—swelling—for the garden. Take advantage. The jacaranda has bloomed and dropped—the grass wears purple well—beneath the tree the sitting is silk—I sat there often—on flowers—letting flowers fall. The season bulges—what is in the soil bursts—the white berries burst underfoot—all