Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Every summer day was the last I thought,
even before my parents were gone
September 24, 2020 · 2 Comments
Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Mockingbirds converse
With a catchy song outside
My study window
May 21, 2020 · 3 Comments
Peter Makuck: Seniors
mocking with an ache
that comes with leafdrop, woodsmoke,
and those shots of bourbon that ease
not a thing
February 15, 2020 · Leave a comment
Peter Makuck: Grackles
But after a few minutes
they become bold and
like dark thoughts
return
November 26, 2019 · Leave a comment
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.
September 3, 2019 · 1 Comment
