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Michael Hill
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Teacher, dad, union thug, poet. I teach writing and philosophy at Henry Ford College in Dearborn.
You might want to pick up the latest issue of Barstow and Grand. www.barstowandgrand.com/vb9dgwt1le72...

It has some great work in it. And it also has a little poem by me.
December 2, 2025 at 7:34 PM
This is not the worst way to spend a beautiful fall afternoon. Purchase copies or access of the newest issue of @inkinthirds.bsky.social at www.magcloud.com/browse/issue... and then check out my poem “Water/Skin” on page 38. Such a beautiful journal, well worth your time.
October 1, 2025 at 6:12 PM
My dog may be the only one in the house who is grateful I’ve been forced to lay flat all week due to the sadistic tendencies of my back.
September 3, 2025 at 4:19 PM
I'm late to the party on this tweet by @briantylercohen.bsky.social, but here goes:

Given what's on our home TV when other people control it, I can't help but think this little vacation is the perfect setup for a cozy mystery in an episode of Agatha Raisin.
August 25, 2025 at 5:24 PM
As I sat down to create the agenda for a faculty meeting and syllabi for classes starting this week, I glanced over at my youthfully optimistic pile of books and journals I intended to read this summer. Alas, these forlorn books must now join past neglected piles, unread.
August 18, 2025 at 3:09 PM
This was my favorite shirt for a long time after I finished. I don’t experience anywhere near the same level of disregard as marginalized colleagues, but I loved wearing this shirt to meetings with college admin. Alas, I outgrew it as I got further into middle age. cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/06...
August 12, 2025 at 8:32 PM
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
August 5, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Not all news makes us despair. Sometimes the news just reminds us that life is absurd.

Four people were injured after a tractor-trailer crash left thousands of hot dogs scattered across the highway in York County, Pennsylvania. NBCNews, 8/1/25
August 4, 2025 at 7:21 PM
I'm in the middle of responding to student emails, planning a class, scheduling medical appointments, reviewing a friend's legal letter, writing poetry, submitting poetry, working on manuscripts, and considering a refinance of the house. My language is all a-Crumbed right now.
July 22, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Another reminder: The second issue of Jackdaw Review is out and it has two poems by an intrepid little poet named me. Here is one of them. Check out the whole shebang in the lovely online journal: online.fliphtml5.com/nnzao/xinr/#...
July 10, 2025 at 3:58 PM
I posted a link the other day; here’s another one: the new issue of Jackdaw Review is up and I’ve got poems! While all work in the issue is great, my daughter reviewed this one saying it needs a trigger warning. High praise, indeed! Check out the whole issue at online.fliphtml5.com/nnzao/xinr/#...
July 7, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Happy 4th of July. Words matter.
July 4, 2025 at 7:24 PM
A definition poem for #NoKings Day. #poetrysky
June 14, 2025 at 4:17 PM
I may need to change my reading list for Fall classes.
June 9, 2025 at 11:36 PM
This looks like the skies being run by a Trump administration FAA.
June 1, 2025 at 7:00 PM
At Henry Ford College, the Faculty Senate Chair serves as the emcee of commencement and provides the charge to graduates. So, today, since I’m the chair, I was fortunate enough to get to talk to a whole bunch of excited folk. Oh, and I also got to hang out with Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer.
May 10, 2025 at 11:25 PM
This is probably the most key assessment of the new pope's preparation and aptitude for the office:
May 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM
And 6 more papers to go before I sleep,
And 6 more papers to go before I sleep. #grading #robertfrost #robertcrumb
May 1, 2025 at 2:54 AM
It's the last day of #NationalPoetryMonth. How about an unpublished sort-of-love poem? I'll probably not submit this one--too quirky--but I think it's fun and sometimes poetry should be fun, lest we allow ourselves to just think about the dead or the ravens.
April 30, 2025 at 6:25 PM
2 days until the end of #NationalPoetryMonth, 3 days until the end of classes, 9 days before the end of the semester. This feels like the right poem for right now.
April 29, 2025 at 8:02 PM
It's still #NationalPoetryMonth, so here's a little poem that Delicate Emissions @delicatezine.bsky.social, a cool journal/zine that publishes pint-sized poems, published in February. Check out the whole zine and maybe buy a copy. sites.google.com/view/delicat...
April 28, 2025 at 7:17 PM
This poem was published 11 years ago after my daughter left for the Peace Corps. I wouldn't write this now-too wordy and maudlin-but #NationalPoetryMonth is a good time to recognize growth in poetry. This same kid is getting PhDed next week and then leaving for her new job at Eastern Kentucky U.
April 26, 2025 at 3:45 PM
I love finding forgotten poems on my work computer. Today, during #NationalPoetryMonth, I found this one. I don't remember if I taught it, wrote about it, or just found it savable, but running into a poem I once knew is better than finding a butterscotch at the bottom of Grandmother's purse.
April 24, 2025 at 8:24 PM
I shared this poem as my third post on Bluesky, but since it's #NationalPoetryMonth, now is a good time to share it again. This poem was originally published in the inaugural issue of Dogwood Alchemy. Sometimes it's just good to escape the pressures of today and remember the pressures of childhood.
April 22, 2025 at 2:35 PM
This is, I imagine, exactly what Jesus sounded like in his first post on social media to his followers after the stone was rolled away and he had reception again. Probably with the hashtag #imbackbitches.
April 20, 2025 at 3:37 PM