Michael Spence

I spent a hitch as a junior naval officer aboard the aircraft carrier, USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67), a vessel since decommissioned. (Thus I have small fear I'll be recalled to active duty aboard it.) I then drove public-transit buses in the Seattle area for thirty years, a job I've now been retired from for six months. Poems of mine have appeared recently in The Hudson Review, The North American Review, The Sewanee Review, Measure and The Southern Review. My fourth book, The Bus Driver's Threnody, is available from Truman State University Press and my fifth, Umbilical, is forthcoming from St. Augustine's Press. I was awarded a 2014 Literary Fellowship from Artist Trust of Washington State.

Reading List

Birch

Michael Spence  | 
Issue 65.2 Spring 2016

–for Sharon I think I now know Why the birch will split the thin Layer of its skin again And again but rarely show The darker wood at its core. Although the bark peels Back, it won’t reveal Anything …

Poem Noir

Michael Spence  | 
Issue 64.1 Fall 2015

–for G. M. Ford The only reason I survived Is I was sitting by the door. The diner was the kind that thrived Before the Second World War– You know the sort: the tables chipped Like the mugs of coffee …