BY MAC LOGAN Smothered, hidden, cobweb-bound, cached facets twitch yet gather dust. No casement dare transparent show the fury, dread and craven lust. There in the dark, restrained, they twitch … and sob and spark and never die. Deep in seams of psyche hid, caged, not dormant. Wild, they lie. Pupae-like they squirm and strain, mutating, breakout ever near. Unpredicted, crouched to pounce, where lost control leaks … Continue reading The Dark Corner
BY MAC LOGAN There central in th’ appointed place He stands composed and stern, with grace Eyes focused, clear, direct, and strong He gazes o’er the teeming throng A benefactor great and kind Admired worldwide for wealth and mind Strong his brow and great his poise Exemplar for a’ men and boys His metal fist can’t swat the gull That stands oblivious … Continue reading Carnegie and the Seagull
BY MAC LOGAN The day dank dawns and drizzle drips. Lank-branched leaves hold waiting drops To splash an eye, a cheek, my lips. Grey heaven cries and cannot stop. I walk the last few yards to … Dad Heart braced, alone I take the door And standing there, his other lad, I push the bell and wait some more. The minutes pass till brisk strides … Continue reading Dad’s Farewell
