by Alfred Fournier | Mar 4, 2025 | Poetry
by Alfred Fournier First Walk in Hilo Because I do not hope ever to find my way again to this late spring among the banyan trees beside the turquoise sea, waves softly breaking over black volcanic stone, you reaching simply for my hand or lighting up with a laugh,...
by Alfred Fournier | May 27, 2021 | Poetry
by Alfred Fournier Volunteer Gardener A stranger could discern, her every step is painful: the way her hip hinge arches on the forward lurch; her wry, tenacious stride distracting from a face drawn tight. Yet, she turns up each day to sort the seeds, plants them in...