For my Fathers

You don’t get to choose  when your father leaves you or what will be the last words  you hear  You got something to read on the plane? he hollered down the sterile corridor  wearing his favorite Jeremiah Johnson hat,  As I walked away from Cleveland  omce more.

Number 35

Like clockwork, she began the process. Disciplines > Storytelling > Plots   In the ground  My mother is no fish  She mused as she vomited Bad curry into a  Ten gallon bucket  That swirled down into  The tar pits of hell  🖕🏽🤘🏼🖖🏼 Polti’s Situations > Recovery of a lost one          Recovery… Read More Number 35

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-it was harder and harder to not succumb to the depressing realization that she was reduced to an inaccurate amalgamation of prejudices and generations of resentment cultivated with spite. Incalculable doom for told her fate. #positive