Grandpa, 94, and Childhood Feigned
That First Poem & On Trying to Write a Prayer for Forgiving My Parents
poems by Michael Martinec
The traditional classroom setting non longer applies, and online learning tools are here to stay.
Appalachian Coronation, Now is the Wind Whistle & Beech Trees Whisper Where I Walk
I'm Told How to Get a Pretty Man & Marry Up