Bunkong Tuon - Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Marco North - Wednesday, March 05, 2014
It is hard for me to name a Jack Micheline poem that doesn’t make me feel like grabbing a stranger and kissing them. On the page, they vibrate with a messy grace, balancing his macho swagger with an intense vulnerability. Jack saw the world the way a hungry, loopy child does. Read More