Three-String Ukulele by Luke MacLean
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First electronic edition
30 pages
ISBN 978-1-9994442-4-2
Praise for Three-String Ukulele:
Three-String Ukulele is uproarious. And frisky. And slyly alive. These poems weave through wordplay and somersault through the wonder and surprise of language and life. MacLean has mastered the serenade with sidewalk chalk. He drags you onto the dance floor, dazzles with wit and insight and leaves you keeled over begging for more. This is a fresh and funny collection.
Full of desire, wordplay, and grapefruit sunsets, the poems in Luke MacLean’s Three-String Ukulele turn the stuff of everyday experience into an allusive music that’s perfect for the skate park or just sitting on the stoop with your friends, watching the world roll by.
Featuring cover art by Kailee Wakeman
Scroll down for an excerpt
First electronic edition
30 pages
ISBN 978-1-9994442-4-2
Praise for Three-String Ukulele:
Three-String Ukulele is uproarious. And frisky. And slyly alive. These poems weave through wordplay and somersault through the wonder and surprise of language and life. MacLean has mastered the serenade with sidewalk chalk. He drags you onto the dance floor, dazzles with wit and insight and leaves you keeled over begging for more. This is a fresh and funny collection.
- John Creary, author of Escape from Wreck City
Full of desire, wordplay, and grapefruit sunsets, the poems in Luke MacLean’s Three-String Ukulele turn the stuff of everyday experience into an allusive music that’s perfect for the skate park or just sitting on the stoop with your friends, watching the world roll by.
- Aaron Kreuter, author of You and Me, Belonging and Arguments for Lawn Chairs
Featuring cover art by Kailee Wakeman
Scroll down for an excerpt
Excerpt: "Flat Nosed Skateboards, Appetite for Destruction"
Forever backtracking, a push cylinder lawnmower unearths
a once-forgotten treasure
and the rejuvenation of a time-weathered boy.
Recalling the rainbow thrown
over the well-struck barn
and the subsequent despair in the displacement
of a paper-route-funded
mail-order ninja star,
now coarse to the touch after 20 Canadian winters,
he slipped the summer of ‘87
into his back pocket
and continued to cut the grass.
a once-forgotten treasure
and the rejuvenation of a time-weathered boy.
Recalling the rainbow thrown
over the well-struck barn
and the subsequent despair in the displacement
of a paper-route-funded
mail-order ninja star,
now coarse to the touch after 20 Canadian winters,
he slipped the summer of ‘87
into his back pocket
and continued to cut the grass.