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 […]
MoreScottish 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 […]
MoreFinding ancestors in the U.P.
Ancestors by Angus Martin All these people at my back, watching me—out there— people clothed in animal skins and others only in body hair, – half animals themselves, poking me with sticks in the soft parts of my unconscious, startling me with sudden mad cries and eliciting responses – that escape my knowledge […]
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