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by Michael Macklin Early the light filters through pines and oaks reaches between raw studs to lay bars of shadow on the sub –floor. In my

by Michael Macklin For you, it is a chance to learn about the little people scurrying through the dark halls of computers, filing fingers to the

by Michael Macklin In 1926 the flight from Paris to New York was seventeen hours. Passengers sat in graceful wicker trying to converse above the

by Michael Macklin Here in the deep of winter so frigid that the starlight crackles sleepers dream of woolen blankets wrapping around their

by Michael Macklin 1. She comes to me with a knife in one hand and an orange in the other to ask about its sweetness how to reach the seeds, peel

splits his time between the Portlands — Oregon and Maine, always longing for the other. His music has been praised by NPR, the LA Times, the

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