You were right, dad. They did.Yet, apparently, some brains grow back.I left him after twenty years. Maybethat’s how long it takes. Now, over my shoulder,your framed face, laughing, happy,though you can’t see me here,thing among my things: dictionaries,bird knick-knacks, mostly owls,and my trusty Magic 8 Ball that I don’ttrust anymore. Outside the freezing rainfallis like... Continue Reading →
To My Father, Who Once Said, You’re So Open Your Brains are Going to Fall Out
