I remember my father, as he is now and then, anchored to that fading chair with fading hairline and fading eyes, the absence of smoke from unfiltered cigarettes, not so heavy in the air. Less the cough from tar-filled lungs and asbestos alveoli. Finger in ear, a book his constant companion, weary and weather-worn, theContinue reading “Father. A poem.”
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New Goal. A poem.
I often ideate about endless sleep, when the lights are dim, and my thoughts are deep. I sought it once, but I screwed it up (if I wait forty years, I’ll get what I want). My new long term goal: stay awake for my son, keep him wide-eyed at the wheel, toContinue reading “New Goal. A poem.”
Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt
Every time I drop my teenage son off at his mother’s after staying with me for the weekend, he waves me off with a look of intense poignancy that tears me apart. He has stayed over almost every weekend since he was six months old. I am his father and his friend. And I’m also guilt-stricken because I can’t be there for him all the time, the way I think I should be.