Tag Archives: fathers

in abstensia – June 18

Posted on June 19, 2017 by landl30

6.18.2017 [in abstensia] I didn’t listen to my dad, angry ashamed dismissive I wanted nothing to do with him even at the end with years the distance lessens now aware that maybe he didn’t know how nor did I and … Continue reading →

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the son’s voice – February 6

Posted on February 7, 2017 by landl30

2.6.2017 the son’s voice speaks years to the old man   moments of grace and joy between them   that he had never known with his own. ———————

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noticing – June 19

Posted on June 19, 2016 by landl30

6.19.2016 the lilac smell is sweet close up to my nostrils as I raise on tiptoe to their aroma   it’s a dark night the street empty but for my love and I out to gaze after nothing   we … Continue reading →

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For Matthew – December 7

Posted on December 8, 2015 by landl30

12.7.2015 I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m Darth Vader. He leapt off the moving truck into the arms of a lifelong friend.   Golden boy swinging, legs pointed high like his heart and aspirations.   Grown man reaching reaching to speak a … Continue reading →

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sons around the table – June 17

Posted on June 19, 2015 by landl30

6.17.2015 sons around the table, having a beer on the back deck, staking out steaks around the grill, chatting up dad as if it were every day.   if only it were. ——————-

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the deep end – February 6

Posted on February 8, 2015 by landl30

2.6.2015 I was born into a world where fathers threw their sons into the deep end to teach them how to swim.   it is a terrible cruel world and I can’t always be there. you need to learn to … Continue reading →

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he’s washing the dishes – June 15

Posted on June 15, 2014 by landl30

6.15 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, … Continue reading →

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As a Joseph – December 24 & 25

Posted on December 24, 2013 by landl30

12.25 As a Joseph I could only watch and wait   while the miracles went on around me.   As a Joseph I could only hope and pray   that the One and my love would arrive safely.   Sometimes … Continue reading →

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if you have something to tell me – August 7

Posted on August 8, 2013 by landl30

8.7 if you have something to tell me do it now, or wait three weeks, she says. bobbie shared his plans to talk about things with his wife after dropping their last for college.   don’t you dare, says my … Continue reading →

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he’s washing the dishes – April 23

Posted on April 23, 2013 by landl30

4.21 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, … Continue reading →

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