Angus Martin

Poems for Father’s Day

I’m trying to get this post up quickly—too many things to get done and my daughter gets home from Cameroon today—so I’ll skip the fanfare and get right to it.   I put an assortment of poems for Father’s Day around town.  Three of the poems are fathers addressing daughters. Another poem is a father’s […]


Scottish air in Chestertown

Air   by Angus Martin   The air is blowing round and round the world. It must be. I’ve breathed this air before and will breathe it again if I’ve that long to live, and can offer   my mouth to it. Tonight it is blowing hard; gates and loosened bits of buildings clatter and […]