As spring arrives, one of the South’s most prolific poets takes us from the celestial to the earthly and back again.

In summer’s dreadful heat, unfulfilled threats of rain and unfulfilled desires in our chests leave us wanting.

The Tennessee poet offers us verses about light and dark, smoke and mist, and riptides and droplets.

Regret, a Chattanooga poet argues, is like a junkyard.