The children are crying

Back and forth we go if it wasn't so destructive it would just be silly So I think I'll come down on silly even though the pit of my stomach is endless dark and full of gravity I keep yelling to no one -maybe I should listen- Can't you hear the child crying? The children are … Continue reading The children are crying

Rantings

Tell my son I loved him. And laughed genuinely, many times, soul to soul. Those feelings of life my son, are real, those feelings of life are real. The world inside my head crashes to the ground and shatters and I recognize my flame and confuse that for my eternal wrongness. How am I making … Continue reading Rantings

Fatherhood: Carrying Fire in the Darkness

Who knows the tremondosity of a young boys' fear? I do. I do. I do. Little body, waif like knees - askance in the darkness New fingers rubbing tired eyes, alone, having given up Waiting beyond hope, to be rescued and taken in. I fly from my bed, beyond my shape and sedentary style I … Continue reading Fatherhood: Carrying Fire in the Darkness

The Greatest of all, The Journey

Heads whip, there's so much to take in. Eyes wide, I cannot miss anything. Plains and caves and oceans and secret paths and hidden clearings in deep woods. Fully carved water routes through fields, invisible, impossible with cliffs for ants and Mississippi like for the waterbug. Monuments and islands carved by people and time, both … Continue reading The Greatest of all, The Journey

It Is So Much Bigger

A mother coddled her son. She asked, at every turn, "What would you like" "Oatmeal or eggs, fruit or toast" Both? "And how would you like it", she asked. She attended to him. "Let me help you with your socks." "Let me help you with your clothes." "Let me help you be less frustrated." "Let … Continue reading It Is So Much Bigger