Even knowing the falls are out there somewhere in the woods, patiently hewing the gorge open, a walker could mistake its grind for the shred of the wind through old timber; might forget the heft of the stair-cased rock and the sheets and mists steadily spalling these hills down to a fat delta; would invite […]
Andrew Vogel
ANDREW VOGEL listens, teaches, and walks the hills in rural eastern Pennsylvania, homelands of the displaced Lenape peoples. His poems have appeared in issues of The Blue Collar Review, Poetry East, Off the Coast, Slant, The Evergreen Review, Parhelion, Hunger Mountain, Tule Review, The Briar Cliff Review and elsewhere.
