Peter Makuck: Triggers
That look on his face. After all these years, I’d love to punch him again.
Peter Makuck: Recycled (corrected version)
His girlfriend sat in the car. The other cop was at the passenger door, probably shouting for her to exit the vehicle with your hands above your head where I can see them. I watch too many “Law and Order” reruns.
Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Every summer day was the last I thought,
even before my parents were gone
Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Mockingbirds converse
With a catchy song outside
My study window
Peter Makuck: Seniors
mocking with an ache
that comes with leafdrop, woodsmoke,
and those shots of bourbon that ease
not a thing
Peter Makuck: Grackles
But after a few minutes
they become bold and
like dark thoughts
return
Peter Makuck: After Work
I’m sorry,she said, but you look
just like my father. He died last month.
She found her cellphone
and showed me a photo that looked
as if I’d taken a selfie.
