Winter Apples

Roger Desy works a small body of poems until they work themselves. While we’re born and will die on this planet, our relation to it is intimate. He taught literature and creative writing, edited technical manuals, helped set up a neglected one-room schoolhouse as a venue for readings/music/community programs, raised a family that now raises itself, and “learned cat” from the sweetest tabby that ever adopted one of our kind. A few poems are in Cider Press Review, Kenyon Review, Mid-American Review, Midwest Quarterly, Poet Lore, and South Carolina Review.