This poem began in the sudden return of a very old memory. You don’t see them much anymore. Mostly schools have gone dry erase and smart board and flipped classes, but maybe one slate hangs in a gone classroom, where a gone prof, young and powerful, smoking in a window leapt down and began writing, […]
Michael Lauchlan’s poems have landed in many publications including New England Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, The North American Review, Harpur Palate, Sugar House Review, Canary, Southword, and Poetry Ireland. His most recent collection is Trumbull Ave., from WSU Press.