Michael Acker
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
Poetrysome regrets
are like an ancient light arriving late with no time to turn back to retrace falls flat stale and old but stings the retina…
Poetrya preview
under-dressed on this early evening walk on this rainy day on the verge of sleet the hands are freezing and the eyes are tearing…
PoetryNarratives
each morning I awaken inside two narratives one— coffee’s dark perfume; bacon hissing in the pan; eggs sliding sunny side up; my wife’s smile…
PoetryEh!
You Americans may have your “land of the free and the home of the brave” and “all those buffalo roaming”. Well, we Canadians have…
PoetryNot Unlike…
Some poems require an emotional investment, a commitment to providing a lived truth, spoken with a poetic voice meant to enthrall and excite. Others…
PoetryDaintiness
For many fine men, words like bitch, or pussy— sit heavy on the tongue, emitted like a toxin if ever uttered. They would rather…
FictionThe Hitman
"Seat open?" I asked the guy sitting next to an empty stool at this small town's local hangout. "Yup! You're welcome to it!" he,…
PoetryDigging
Complete silence in the full, morning subway car as most, looking down, locked in, scroll, scroll, stop, scroll, scroll, stop, two-thumb type, scroll, stop,…
PoetryLate Summer Sun
There is a sound a wheat field makes when a strong breeze blows through and it's called rustling; but the one I recall was…
PoetryIn Three Parts
The Opening Up here, just above the peak, time percolates, bursting forth the seconds and minutes fresh as beads of dew on velvet moss.…
Poetrya poem masquerades as a persian carpet
the language of the finest wool and metaphors splashed throughout as vivid colors of sky white cobalt blue and blood red while its opaque…
PoetryThe Last Will Be The First
There are exactly 8,041,272,548 humans on our planet. The last one in the count is a feisty, baby girl named Maria-Angelica born in a Manilla…
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