Michael L. Martin
Born in Michigan, raised in New Hampshire, and residing in Arizona. 2007 Graduate of the University of Arizona (English and Creative Writing). 2001 and 2005 Hearst Prize for Poetry Winner. Brand new Dad.
I feel like a shooting star must feel falling fast outta space- Far outta control- spun in a spiral- A fiery blaze of love with nothing to lose.
Dreams For Days
Dreams for days in her eyes: The ties that bind beautiful minds. She never hides or tries to disguise her laughs and cries.
Prisoners Pray Twice at Night
Tell me what you think of pink in the summer- the stink of wet lumber drying in the cold sun and crackling like its grains are trying to run south. My mouth is dry and my tongue has been scraped of the taste. I hate to think that any part of my life was a waste. You always hated when I told you stories of green monsters in late October. You always hoped your father would come home sober. Five Fridays a month he wished he'd had a son but, “what's done is done,” he always said. In his head he thought you were as good as dead. Red was your color then- anger, shame, embarrassment. Love- not even sometimes. Until I showed you how a sunrise can turn the sky tie-dyed and tired eyes see things differently.
What the World is Made of
For the Vocal challenge, “2020 Anthem,” I chose the song, “Anthem,” by Greta Van Fleet. Not only due to its seamlessly fitting song title but because it truly fills my soul with hope, my heart with love, and my mind with peace. “Where is the music? / A tune to free the soul.”
Green Screen Rehearsal
Was I crazy to think that with a wink you could take me back to the place I used to dream of monsters wearing green. You said you had seen it before sometime in the summer of ‘04. Being scared silly and acting slap happy as Big Papi sent one screaming out of the park. Fenway at dusk is something everyone must see. If I come clean and tell you what I fear the most will you still sleep with my ghosts?
I’m Not Afraid to Admit
I'm not afraid to admit... That I fear failure, and I fear success, And I fear everything in between. I fear being seen and I fear being overlooked,
Bits of Peace
Tiny eyes trying to hide from mine Tiredness setting in by surprise. From behind a chair I hear the fear; Feel the glaring stare as eyes appear
Confessions of a Baseball Fan
2007 American League Championship Series Game 6. Red Sox are down three games to two in the series to the Cleveland Indians. I’m talking shit about J.D. Drew the whole way down route 93 from Colebrook, N.H. to Boston, Mass. He hadn’t been hitting well and I think I have the answer. “Move Ellsbury over and put CoCo in; J.D.’s done- he’s a bum. Schilling’s on the mound and he’s a ground ball pitcher. We’ll be ok. We don’t need Drew’s glove in the outfield tonight.”