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


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