Four poems from Arthur Home Arthur lies warm in his soft feather bed muffled beneath his blue eiderdown, the night doesn’t frighten him, one little bit. He reaches in the dark for twenty gold ships that sail under stars to a faraway land marked with a cross his mother has stitched. Each bright … Continue reading Four poems by Martin Figura
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‘The Machine Shop Broadmoor Hospital’ by Martin Figura
The Machine Shop Broadmoor Hospital Frank at work, hanging smoke, yellow light, the noise of hammers, hot dust in his throat. Engine Lathe Operations and Controls The pleasure of precision, of calibration tools, the cool shine of gauge wheels. The spindle rotates in both directions. The tail stock can be positioned along the ways … Continue reading ‘The Machine Shop Broadmoor Hospital’ by Martin Figura
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