From Up on the Row of Garage Roofs We Threw Broken Shingles Down at the Cops my mother heard my description over the scanner I told her I had never seen Orion brighter, but Kahoutek looked like a dirty smudge in the rake of blue light. Michael McInnis lives in Boston and served in the Navy chasing white whales and Soviet submarines. His poetry and short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Chiron Review, The Commonline Journal, Cream City Review, Naugatuck Review, Oxford Magazine and Yellow Chair Review to name a few.
Like the title says.