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      March 21, 2018AmenMike White

      A man in a world
      all his own is singing
      the alphabet song
      slowly to calm his son
      who as we all turn
      to look is also a man
      moving his spellbound
      tongue to retell
      one by one each loved
      and loving sound

      from #58 - Winter 2017

      Mike White

      “The first poet I ever saw give a reading was the Canadian poet, Al Purdy in Toronto. I was about 25. He was quite famous as poets go, but I didn’t know it yet. As he repeatedly cleared his throat to begin, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed for him, that he was still writing poems at his advanced age. Well, I’ve forgotten most things from that time in my life, but I haven’t forgotten that reading.”