The North Country Boy’s Letter

Plain text: The North Country Boy’s Letter by George Vukelich Dear Santa, Yup, this was the year my folks had another, so I’m writing you now for my new baby brother; he looks like a puppy, all curled up and funny, he can’t blow his nose and it’s always real…

Untitled – City Street in Winter

Plain text: Untitled – City Street in Winter by George Vukelich There will be rotary plows on the city street – Doors and windows locked in sleet – You can bet your boots the storms will be whoppers And they’ll all be followed by belly floppers. Sleds and toboggans, skates…

Watching My Son

Plain text: Watching My Son by George Vukelich I watched my son, hands in pockets, talking of frogs, talking of rockets. His eyes near rolling from their sockets, telling of wart hogs fleeing the lions. Ratfish were eaten by elephant seals. Lake trout bled by the lamprey eels. Accepting of…

Deckhand Dreams

Plain text: The Deckhand Dreams by George Vukelich The deckhand dreams of his women on the beach. The far-eyed girls his widow wife and child waiting. Beyond the breakers. Beyond the gulls. The movements of the pristine winds soft and swishing as rosary beads wound round the hands of young…