We begged our children as bats, v2
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To Continue reading
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To Continue reading
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, Continue reading
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind Continue reading
i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes Continue reading
Son came sometimes sad Son made himself mad The son failed to flower every daylight hour One tries not to Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — such an unhapp of a child My-family Thanksgivings in Western Maryland: you toddler, crying folded like a deflated beach-ball buddha at the top of the stairs; beyond your 3 years; perplexed your Grandma Pat: ” … such an unhappy child.”
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — give up the ghost Talk amongst yourself. Go on about your business. Forget your father. He Continue reading