Grief has a way of swallowing you up at the most inconvenient times. I choose to write until I can breath again.
Tag: fathers and daughters
clear and present
which a more poignant memory that he threw me or that i fell into his arms full of glee laughing willing to go again until his limbs grown weary from tossing turned rubber and the fear of missing shown real in his eyes at 3 i could not imagine a world where he would not catch me so i screamed out ‘again’ demanding […]
clear and present
which a more poignant memory that he threw me or that i fell into his arms full of glee laughing willing to go again until his limbs grown weary from tossing turned rubber and the fear of missing shown real in his eyes at 3 i could not imagine a world where he would not catch me so i screamed out ‘again’ demanding…
alright (reprinted in memorial of Glenn E. Williams, I)
today is the 63rd anniversary of my father’s birth. tonight i re-publish this work in his memory. it was originally published in my chapbook my grandmother’s posture in 1996. alright sometimes when I’m alone i hear your voice my tears turn temporarily to laughter sorrows, i forget sometimes, when the only company available are the…
Concession
In the story line of my life, my father played both hero and villain. His addiction firmly imbedded him with a personality that was duplicitous in nature. To his young daughter who was me it was confusing. So our relationship was complicated and people who were on the outside looking in guessed that perhaps there…
fearfree living 