by Sherri Koehler | Jan 6, 2026 | Poetry
Iceby Albert Garcia In this California valley, ice on a puddleis a novelty for childrenwho stand awkward in their jacketswaiting for the school bus.They lift off thin slabsto hold up in the early lightlike pieces of stained glass.They run around,throw them at each...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
August Morningby Albert Garcia It’s ripe, the melonby our sink. Yellow,bee-bitten, soft, it perfumesthe house too sweetly.At five I wake, the airmournful in its quiet.My wife’s eyes swim calmlyunder their lids, her mouth and jawrelaxed, different.What is...
