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Europe on $5 a Day, by Nancy A. Henry
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Laundry and Stories, by Robin Merrill
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A Sense of Place: Collected Maine Poems, by Bay River Press
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Walking Track, by Jay Franzel
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Ways of Looking, by Edward J. Rielly
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Things As They Are, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
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A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press, by Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons, Editors
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Traveling Through History, by Patrick Hicks
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Unidentified Flying Odes, by Dennis Camire
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Innumerable Machines in My Mind: Found Poetry in the Papers of Thomas A. Edison, by Dr. Blaine McCormick
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Evidence of Light, by Marita O'Neill
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Rags of Prayer, by Kevin Sweeney
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The Stream, by Don Moyer
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Child is Working to Capacity, by Tom Delmore
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The Desire Line, by Michelle Lewis
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Tuscany Light, by M. Kelly Lombardi
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The Hard Way, by Jay C. Davis
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Angel of the Heavenly Tailgate, by Annie Farnsworth
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Full Moon Rising: the Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume II, by Alice N. Persons and Nancy A. Henry, Editors
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Poems of Maine in the Nineteen Thirties and Forties, by Brenda Shaw
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Sostenuto, by Karen Douglass
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Essays in All Directions, by Robert M. Chute
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You Can Still Go To Hell...and Other Truths About Being a Helping Professional, by David Moreau
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Singing With the Dead, by Ted Thomas, Jr.
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Socks, by Jay C. Davis
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Early Late Bloom, by Jim Mello
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Old Whitman Loved Baseball and Other Baseball Poems, by Edward J. Rielly
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He Gives Me Flowers, by Gaylord Day Weston
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The Church of St. Materiana, by Anne Britting Olesen
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Lostalgia, by Ted Bookey
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Life Class, by Ruth Bookey
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To the Promised Land Grocery, by Bruce Spang
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Drowning: A Poetic Memoir, by Claire Hersom
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How Many Cars Have We Been Married?, by Ted Bookey, editor
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Safe Harbor: Port Veritas Poetry Anthology, Volume I, by Edited by Alice Persons & Nathan Amadon
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Agreeable Friends, Contemporary Animal Poetry, by Alice Persons, Editor
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The Ur-Word, by Jim Glenn Thatcher
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Ordinary Time, by Kevin Sweeney
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I Have Walked Through Many Lives, by Young Voices - Scarborough
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A House of Bottles, by Robin Merrill
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Floating, by Ellen M. Taylor
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Vivaldi for Breakfast, by John-Michael Albert
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BLACK BOAT BLACK WATER BLACK SAND, by Dave Morrison
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The Lawns of Lobstermen, by Douglas "Woody" Woodsum
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With a W/Hole in One, by Ted Bookey
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What on Earth, by Marcia F. Brown
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Blues in the Night, by Herb R. Coursen
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Driftland
by Michael Macklin – copyright 2004
ISBN 0-9765166-3-2 $ 8 including postage
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Reviews for Driftland
by Jack Myers
With great power, warmth, wisdom and skill, Michael Macklin's Driftland builds us a sturdy ark in which by candle-light of his spirit, we celebrate the gifts of this world while he guides us over the yawning depths of loss, change and death. His presence is reassuring and mature, a sure hand reaching down into the abyss
by Betsy Sholl, Poet Laureate of Maine
There is great wisdom in these poems - the wisdom of one who has thought long and hard, who is unafraid of love, grief, solitude, mystery, and all of the subtleties of the human heart. The knowledge Macklin has of work, of earth, machine and tool, is enacted in the music of these finely crafted poems. Like all good poems, they make us more alive - both to the world and what's beyond.
Sample from Driftland
Before Coffee
Every morning the dark-robed crows congregate in the pines at the edge of my yard, sitting in small groups grumbling until I step onto the lighted porch.
They grow quiet as monks, cock their heads and mumble perhaps in Latin and we share an early prayer, a magnificat for another day.
All winter we have met like this at dawn, wind fluttering their black cassocks as they peer down their noses to view me at my lessons.
For a moment we inhale the crackling air until they rattle with impatience, cackle at my feeble attempts to see the face of God, and the old men in the trees fly off.
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