Time being what it is for Michael Macklin
by Erika Butler “I won’t be able to come this weekend, but I’ll see you next time,” you wrote. “It’s for a good cause, though. We’ll miss you —
Carpenter/Poet at the Gate for Michael Macklin, Poetry Editor
by Gerard Grealish I imagine you inviting strangers into the fold, finding in the cut of their words a grain that draws you in, knots burned from
Elegy With Spiders for Michael Macklin
by Betsy Sholl Six months after you died, spiders fill the field, gleaming in early sun, having spun all night their bright God’s – eyes,
Lovely for Michael Macklin
by Betsy Sholl Bird flash too quick — to sketch it I’d have to rush the line, long dash like wind riffling the paper I am almost out of,
A Wrench
by Megan Grumbling appears between our weekly beers one afternoon. It’s small, but has some weight to it — cast iron, solid, and as plain as our
What Remains
by Kevin Sweeney “What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee” Ezra Pound, Pisan Cantos, LXXXI It’s