scars

a shoreline gets pushed up with softwoods and sand frames. the still life foam frozen in a drunken scrawl makes for a stern breakwater. walking past paused moments of change now unchaging until spring, i can see that others have travelled along this path- their bootmarks and litter dot the snow. i curse a little … Continue reading scars

redacted

no one asks about my dad anymore. gone are the awkward uninformed moments of "how's your folks?" or "are your parents doing well?" FB used to be a cold water stunner. YOU HAVE A MEMORY! 2 years ago today - my dad pushing a bowling ball sized burger into his mouth. great memory even if … Continue reading redacted