Elegy for Michael and the Sea, after Lost Uncle by Michael Macklin
by Melissa Crowe Uncle, today there is nothing to say but yes, to my new city, cupped in its sequence of palms — purple, periwinkle, watery blue,
Lost Uncle
by Michael Macklin So maybe I was the one your mother never mentioned or your father who was still healing after I ran over his knees with my
How we become oceans and starlight
by Michael Macklin The way rain slowly erodes stone by washing and caressing its faces, my hope is that time moves over us polishing our hearts
To Embrace the Winter Moon
by Michael Macklin Ascension begins like this, walking into the falling snow each flake lifts us with its gentle kiss. Imperceptible as the
Island
by Michael Macklin We sit in conversation the world around us recedes until all that is left is the sound of our voices filled with murmurs as
Image on Ice
by Michael Macklin At the hard edge of dark water you can catch an glimpse of yourself reflected on the growing ice all frozen waves and ripples