Tag Archives: fathers
One man wears a suit ear stuck toothy cartoonish brute in a phone. One man in bare feet toes free bowed back and head covered planting seeds. One man that you did not see plasters the walls of his family … Continue reading
Patiently hidden in a list – one of his many sons like a shiny nickel in a pocketful of change at the winding down phase of a rich life, one I tried to follow. I talk with my father regularly … Continue reading
My father said or rather wrote about his father that he was cold made up work rather than talk whatever I may think he was hard-working always writing he was not his father. Me neither.
Letter to my boys, why do we not talk? It’s been a long and distant while ago half a life, half a winter walk half of my adulthood spent on spending every moment trying to get through to you and … Continue reading