MICHAEL ESTABROOK is a medievalist at heart (and by training), disappointed (though reconciled) with the modern world, particuarly with the materialism and mercantilism bludgeoning life, smashing our brains into the ground, our hearts into dust. He's still hoping to find a true and meaningful "cause" in life, other than scratching out his pale poetic murmurings like trying to write in hardened concrete. But he needs to find his "cause" pretty soon before he turns to dust himself. mestabrook@comcast.net Estabrook says he's been writing poetry for so long that Methuselah should be taking notice. In reality, he adds, time is simply doing its thing streaking ahead blithely pulling all of us along for the wild ride whether we like it or not. All of which reminds him that he's published 15 chapbooks over the years. The last one that just came out was about his Dad. Before that was the one when Patti would fall asleep about his wife.