An updated-as-they’re-published compendium of Mike’s poetry.
Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
An updated-as-they’re-published compendium of Mike’s poetry.
your wife sold me your toolbox aged Craftsman three-drawer classic perfectly dented and rusty heavy with assorted tools she […] [continue…]
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running with a group, I am a misfit my face is fierce turning away greetings with its chill feet padding […] [continue…]
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sometimes when I speak I hear my father’s voice especially when I’m at Sears grumping a labyrinthine course from department […] [continue…]
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the day begins inevitably with a property dispute some forgotten toy or corner of the couch or blanket or pillow […] [continue…]
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your best friends are not the fair-weather kind who party when the check comes in but also not the people […] [continue…]
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sometimes late at night I hear the footsteps across the attic floor greet her at the stairs watch her walk […] [continue…]
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it is a gray day in the ATL which is another way to say that from twenty thousand feet it […] [continue…]
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it is hard to think about theodicy –about that great mystery of a good God in a world of pain– […] [continue…]
There are many things to celebrate about finally finding a used Weber smoker on the Craigslist: the uncertainty the thrill […] [continue…]
Posted in: Weber Chronicles
poems are like the wildflowers that grow in the front lawn voluntary, uninvited popping up unexpectedly intrusions into an otherwise […] [continue…]
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