Tag: Father/Son poems
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Chocolate Ants
I once ate chocolate-covered ants my father picked up at a specialty store in Kittery. They didn’t look like ants but like tiny chocolate remnants like you’d find in the bottom of a box of Goobers, and they didn’t taste like gross ants, but simply like chocolate, but you know, I gained some satisfaction from […]
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Spaghetti
Yesterday in class a teacher asked me to talk to her class about poetry so, as an exercise meant to unpack how a word can function as a symbol reminding us of how what we most want and love can slip through our fingers while we search for a place to feel warm and most […]
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Pretzel Bites
After my father’s eulogy, which approached me in a dream the night before his funeral as an address, trying to sell me word bags of reassurance that, when you shook them, sounded like a typical father’s gift you might find on a snow-covered street and stuffed in a stocking such as a bag of nuts […]
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Tulip
Funny, I’ve been caring for others while having a broken heart all my life. At your grave a tulip bends to the ground as if to say don’t drink yourself to a coronary like I did. It’s why I lower my head and close my eyes.
the real subject is always you 