My father’s spade
leaning on a box in my cluttered breezeway my father’s spade pants, grip worn smooth, tail twitching, eager for his …
Tag Archives: Family
Birds work all through the night
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little …
Day 11
remember how busy they are — babies, homework, office — when you are old and wanting them to serve you …
Day 9
that you will fade away over six point four years, so says the wise actuary, and that I should budget …
Day 7, On cleaning out my father’s house
How it is that it comes to this — that all that matters is clean, deathly clean? And yet we …
Poems from in between 