Tag Archives: dads and sons

he’s washing the dishes – June 20

he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head.   I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, hurting. … Continue reading

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school break – November 23

11.23.2014 voices from down stairs, finger sounds on keyboard.   son home.   nice. ————–

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water over the dam – May 25

5.25  [on the eve of an 18th birthday] The flow trudging over the falls has turned brown muddy gold. Days of heavy rain in remission have ribbed up the bottom places.   My son will turn a corner in the … Continue reading

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