The Cafe Review

by Michael Macklin So maybe I was the one your mother never mentioned or your father who was still healing after I ran over his knees with my

by Michael Macklin The way rain slowly erodes stone by washing and caressing its faces, my hope is that time moves over us polishing our hearts

by Michael Macklin Ascension begins like this, walking into the falling snow each flake lifts us with its gentle kiss. Imperceptible as the

by Michael Macklin We sit in conversation the world around us recedes until all that is left is the sound of our voices filled with murmurs as

by Michael Macklin At the hard edge of dark water you can catch an glimpse of yourself reflected on the growing ice all frozen waves and ripples

by Michael Macklin Early the light filters through pines and oaks reaches between raw studs to lay bars of shadow on the sub –floor. In my

by Michael Macklin For you, it is a chance to learn about the little people scurrying through the dark halls of computers, filing fingers to the

by Michael Macklin In 1926 the flight from Paris to New York was seventeen hours. Passengers sat in graceful wicker trying to converse above the

by Michael Macklin Here in the deep of winter so frigid that the starlight crackles sleepers dream of woolen blankets wrapping around their

by Michael Macklin 1. She comes to me with a knife in one hand and an orange in the other to ask about its sweetness how to reach the seeds, peel

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