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Mike Puican

Mike Puican

Mike Puican’s debut book of poetry, Central Air, will be published by Northwestern Press. He has had poems in Poetry, Michigan Quarterly Review, and New England Review, among others. He won the 2004 Tia Chucha Press Chapbook Contest for his chapbook, 30 Seconds. Mike was a member of the 1996 Chicago Slam Team and is a board member of the Guild Literary Complex in Chicago.  

The Call


Mars flares above a frozen lake.    
A jet's trail lines the sky like a closed eye.      
A young boy straightens thick, fat fingers
to show what he is to become: five.
Another in a bright yellow jacket walks
across the ice, someone calls him back
from beyond the breakwater . . .

This evening my father appears
in the melting snow of a cornfield. I see him
now blooming from my face. A red fox      
crosses the mud; a crack bursts from the ice.
Something puts its hands over my ears and says,
I am late May burning through Manitoba.
I am a bonfire blazing in the cold fog. Something
puts its hands over my ears and says, Listen . . .

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