“Dennis,” by Michael Estabrook
“Oh! I almost forgot!” She stands abruptly up from the kitchen table, a mischievous little grin on her face. “I have to remember to call Dennis.” She writes the name “Denise” on the whiteboard near the...
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“I love football, fuck you.” “I love football, fuck you,” my wife barks at me simply for making a humorous, although disparaging, remark about her silly Patriots Football Team. Beginning to wonder if...
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“Nerves,” by Michael Estabrook
“As we get older we seem to get on each other’s nerves more,” she says, peering at me over the top of her fucking iPad. ———— Michael Estabrook is a recently retired baby boomer poet freed finally after...
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Two Poems by Michael Estabrook
Jesus Reaching out from under my brother’s bed grabbing his leg and screaming as he and cousin Kathy sat there whispering like innocent babes about Jesus the Holy Ghost and Sweet Blessed Holy Mother...
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