deciduous love


on a father’s day inside

a screened-in porch he sat

with coffee and two dogs

furry smooth and gently cool

one summer morning


he was grateful for what was

undeterred by confusion

while wondering

where love goes

when it goes away


he had loved her

like fall breezes love to sing

rounds of a cappella hymns

in beech tree leaves’

parchment paper rustlings


he had seen her brightly

basking on her boulder

by the river in the sun

she had sometimes seen him

when he read her poems


on a recent day while walking

woods with fellow seekers

a man explained to him

the transpiration of trees

grasping for the light


how cambium cells divide

so sugars can flow phloeming

and waters xylem skyward

strawlets sucking by the thousands

toward a waving green insistence


he divined an obverse

of transpiration

where his leaves were evanescing

bereaving branches and a bark

once live as cambium


seeking comfort from a hickory

he hoped for what its shagbark

shielded underneath

sugars streaming in its sap

for some yet unlived season


BIO: Tom Weiss

I grew up on a cattle ranch on the eastern margin of The Everglades in an area that is now suburban Ft. Lauderdale. Having attended boys boarding schools from the second grade through high school likely twisted my psyche; but, I seem to write mostly love poems, so there you go.

I moved to Knoxville in 1974 intending to stay a year, and I’ve been here ever since, so it looks like I’m here to stay.

I spent a lifetime toiling in commercial real estate management and development until the pandemic retired me kicking and screaming, kindly allowing me to come out of the literary closet. My publishing history extends all the way back to December 2021. Nine poems have been published in four journals to date as I’m also working on my short fiction voice. Appearing in this journal with these remarkable photographers is a waking wet dream.

Tom Weiss

2614 Fairmont Blvd.

Knoxville, TN 37917



BIO: Lucie Langford Canfield

I’ve been a “Southern” photographer for about 55 years (if one includes Brownie and Instamatic camera use!) I feel as though I’m beginning to meld with the landscapes in and around Athens, learning to be embraced by solitude and light and biting insects amidst the subtle, everyday changes in both the literal earthly landscapes- and the  landscapes within myself: both of which I’ve ultimately come to realize are exponentially and equally profound. I bring up old photo files from different times in my life that remind me of the color and terrain of those personal landscapes which continue to remind me of the person I still might be/am becoming, and what I absorb visually what the world has to offer. Still practicing, still learning, still surprised every single day.