by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
That Damn Grin What was I looking for? I don’t remember for I got distracted. My mind wandered onto a new page as it does quite often these days. But look what I found. Look at that grin. Not mine, you fool – hers. Damn. I...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
The First Time I Didn’t Cry Fear sometimes is like ice drenching your bowels with a paralyzing grip. How well I remember tho’ the years have softened the blow a bit. A bit but not all for I remember sitting beneath the Stork Phone where happy fathers...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
It Couldn’t Have Been You* The years play tricksand make me wonderif I really remember the way things wereor if sometimesI remember a version that doesn’t burnor open wounds anew.It is not a matter of merely forgettingdue to the years extracting their toll.No, it is...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
What Am I Doing? I hung up the phone His little voice still ringing in my ear “I love you, Dad.” And I want to scream Why am I here? What am I doing? I found the VCR tape today Of when he and I went to the canal To see all the tadpoles And baby frogs Just...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Unfiltered Pall Mall and a Can of Schlitz “Come on in” he said,“but pardon the smellof smoke and cigarettes.We try to air it out but the smellwon’t go away”.I told him it didn’t matterthat I was immuneafter a childhood and many...
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