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…
Apostle Islands
Plain text: Apostle Islands by George Vukelich Two billion years ago the Laurentian Mountains stood here and soared to altitudes higher than any of the world’s present peaks. Before there was man the great glaciers of the ancient past moved back and forth across this land like a man raking…
Isthmus 7-17-81: Lake Michigan Charter with Captain Gary Schrimpf
Dumper Dan was a mate on the Schrimpf boat for this trip.
Afternoon of Christmas Eve
Plain text: Afternoon of Christmas Eve by George Vukelich There are men who walk this way hunting out places where rabbits stay. We wave and pass this special day. Out women are working out of sight preparing the church for the Christ Child’s night. Fresh cut pine in the dark…
Trap Line
Plain text: Trap Line by George Vukelich The winter man works through this slough trapping the mink and the muskrat too. This is lonely windswept land. Windrowed ice and frozen sand. The man will leave a deep shoe track packing out pelts upon his back. When the ice fields rot…
Planting in Fall
Plain text: Planting in Fall by George Vukelich We planted bulbs one day in Fall the north wind not cooling us at all. My son talking to each and all, Have a good sleep. See you next Spring. The oaks now etched in bold relief. The winter coming like a…