“Cries, the Midnight Sky traverses a lush and restless landscape inhabited by an old dog, rust on a silo, and the ghost of a grandfather who waits impatiently for the tomatoes to ripen. Here is a vivid, down-home ecopoetic where regret and hope grow as forsythia. Daniel J Flosi expertly explores the push and pull of unchecked life and its eventual decay. Flosi’s poems survey the cycle of dormancy and abundance; of the waiting for meaning, like a sleeping seed, and a love so radiant it’s almost too beautiful to take.”
— Terri Linn Davis
Frog Song
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 