Michael Allyn Wells

The morning birds sing of something they seem to understand. About my week I feel uncertain. Untied to any one star and without an oar to...

Dear Reader: Its been a week since my last confession. A week of doctor visits, zoo trip, and getting our car back from my daughter - t...

Dear Reader: It's been a week of poetry meetings - both attended and missed. A week in week of driving in which I became a trucker. A ...

Thomas McGuane interviews  Tom Brokaw Growing up and being especially politically oriented I watched the evening news religiously. Peo...

Dear Reader: It's been a week since my last confession. This past week seems to have gone quickly. Often times the weekends seem...

I will not be swallowed by your rotund laughter. Nor pierced by your carnival eyes.  No, what I would do is to reach, into your face...

What better way to start a weekend than to come home from work and find a new poetry book in your mailbox? Earth by Cecilia Woloch is th...