Metrical Friday: Anecdote for Fathers
One morn we strolled on our dry walk, / Our quiet home all full in view, / And held such intermitted talk / As we are wont to do.
Metrical Friday: On the Beach at Night
On the beach at night, / Stands a child with her father, / Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Metrical Friday: ‘The child is father to the man’
… / How can he be? The words are wild.
Metrical Friday: Father Outside
Father Outside By Nick Flynn and Josh Neufeld A black river flows down the center of each page & on either side the banks are wrapped in snow. My father is ink falling in tiny blossoms, a bottle wrapped in a paperbag. I want to believe that if I get the story right we will […]
Metrical Friday: My Father’s Hat
My Father’s Hat By Mark Irwin Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbling the soft crowns and imagine I was in a forest, wind hymning through pines, where the musky scent of rain clinging to damp earth was his scent […]
Metrical Friday: Danse Russe
…Who shall say I am not / the happy genius of my household?
Metrical Friday: The Gift
…I recall his hands, / two measures of tenderness / he laid against my face, / the flames of discipline / he raised above my head.
Metrical Friday: The Children’s Hour
They almost devour me with kisses, / Their arms about me entwine, / Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen / In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!