Donald Crane

is seventy–seven years old and lives in Milbridge, Maine. Since retirement he has been able to pursue a life–long interest in poetry and has had poems published, or accepted for publication, in a number of journals including, The Café Review, The Christian Science Monitor, Passager, and Poetry East. He has been both a farmer and a public–relations man. In subtle word–portraits of Down East people, he heeds a muse who wears muddy boots and slings hash in local cafés.