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Peter Makuck: Winter Morning

At the window,
coffee in hand,
I’m just in time to see
a painted bunting
settle on the porch feeder.

January 10, 2023 · 4 Comments

Peter Makuck: A Shot in the Dark

Gino Vendetti was nursing a sweaty bottle of Bud.  Four ceiling fans along the bar spread the cigarette smoke and a faint odor of beer.  Always a few guys from the old high school gang were here.  Most had something going.  Not Gino.  It had been almost two years since Viet Nam…

August 12, 2022 · 3 Comments

Peter Makuck: Out and Back

Probably my tenth trip to the front window in an hour.  I’m looking at the yard, cellphone in hand, getting footage of my neighbor’s German Shepherd.  He crosses the street, trots up … Continue reading

April 23, 2022 · 3 Comments

Peter Makuck: Day on the River

It was during Christmas vacation that I first met Mr. Talbot.  His son, Jean-Luc, was my good friend and classmate at a small Franciscan college in a French-Canadian enclave in … Continue reading

December 17, 2021 · 1 Comment

Peter Makuck: Triggers

That look on his face.  After all these years, I’d love to punch him again.

October 9, 2021 · 1 Comment

Peter Makuck: Two Poems

The beam
catches a raccoon
out on the flats

July 29, 2021 · 1 Comment

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.

March 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

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

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