The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Spring/Summer 2017 issue is now available… and I’m in it. You can skip straight to page 134 for my poem, “Patuxent River Bridge,” or peruse the entire journal. Do the latter… it’s beautiful. A work of art on its own.
I’ve got two more poems up at Fourth & Sycamore today: Paddington Bench, which was written for my wife, Kathy, and I Saw God the Other Day. Enjoy! You can find the poems here: https://fourthandsycamore.com/2017/02/13/poetry-by-michael-ratcliffe/
I’ve got another poem in Fourth & Sycamore. This one is about a book, which is fitting for a journal run by a library. And, it’s about belief and coming to terms with one’s own beliefs. So, find your favorite place to sit and read, and enjoy. The Book Of: A Poem by Michael Ratcliffe
I had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Julie Urbanik at the recent American Association of Geographers meeting in San Francisco. We had each volunteered as mentors and, while waiting for students to assemble in the room, introduced ourselves and got to talking. Julie mentioned she had started a non-profit, The Coordinates Society, focused on bringing … More Coordinating Creative Geography
Today’s poem is the last left in the San Francisco airport as I was traveling back to Maryland on April 1. I read this poem, “Copacabana,” at the GeoSlam open mic reading at the American Association of Geographers meeting. It was published in Free State Review in Winter 2015. COPACABANA We shared an entryway. Or, … More Poems Left in Airports #3
The tire swing hangs straight, rope unbent by play, time unmarked by a daydreamer’s lazy pendulum; grass has grown into the bare patch where feet once scraped and pushed off for speed. The children are gone, to other trailer parks, acres of double-wides in the sun, clean, suburbanized, orderly, and out of the way; to … More The Tire Swing
The prostitutes flow, county to county, pushed by tides of indignation, slowed by pools of indifference, unseen, unnoticed, unknown by most, but they are there, at the bars near the track, on the corners near the cheap motels, in the parking lot behind the diner. They flow, county to county, in a jurisdictional eddy, Anne … More Patuxent River Story