Elegy for a Craftsman
by John W. Hoy The time is right To take some stock — To measure and assess stores of Life’s dust mites: bent tacks, plies of veneer, Old corks,
A Man, for Michael Macklin
by Naomi Shihab Nye A man comes home carrying a pineapple. His family and friends gather ’round him happily. No pineapple has entered this house
Sing it in the Shower Villanelle, apologies to Sly and the Family Stone
by Tim Seibles Time is passing, I grow older, things are happening fast This thing I do — the tongue I use — does give me some relief All I have
Book Mobile for Michael Macklin
by Anne Britting Oleson Who else would drive by, holding that cigarette out the window of a pick–up which had seen better days years ago —
Quicksilver In Memory of Michael Macklin
by Kathleen Sullivan Do you find yourself watching now for stubborn crows, penny nails, limpet shells, the dimpled light on an orange? Now can
Elegy for Michael Macklin
by Nadell Fishman The loons on East Long Pond went silent this morning; it’s a gray day and the chill that rolled in from Canada last night has