Category Archives: Father

Time Does Not Erase

Time does not erase, it etches deeper water, wind, ripping stone, sculptor forming this face, this voice, torn away by a reaper. Dreams of when I lay down with you, father, sleeper, found your body curled, yellowed and deforming. Time … Continue reading

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Radio, Radio….

I’ve decided to try some audio – nothing fancy (granted, I just spent an hour+ goofing around with Garage Band). Just a recording of A Winged Dream. Thought it was fitting, since my father loved when I read to him, … Continue reading

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A Winged Dream

You were so much closer to me, then. Twenty-eight, still facing time. I do not think I will see you again. The mission door, creaking, swinging wide, A handful of dirt, your gentle face dissolving under lime. You were so much … Continue reading

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