October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to [...]

My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags. If I encounter a wolf, he becomes moonfaced Joseph; if I go down into [...]

It was in His tears, the tears of the loving father that he was saved, in the pain he caused the father that he was forever changed. Moving forever from his former life to a different existence a new being because of the father’s love Never the same again. October 19, 2007 Walk to Emmaus [...]

He is the creator, the eternal father the one there at the beginning, before the beginning the one there who stilled the chaos, who conjured the world and all that are in it who saved the people, over and over again who made the rainbow and the covenant who is there, the Godhead, the king [...]

A parable of brothers a story of our father a love maintained, given even when we act like he is dead to us holding hope, open arms, for the one who was lost so precious in the finding the returning home, repenting, calling him father once more, with open arms He is ready waiting for [...]

Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the loops Holding me together, at least a bit His belt, wide, leather, with holes We each stretched Weathered brown leather A subtle connection to him Each day, not always consciously But a reminder of him [...]

I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. Able but not willing and not without despair to glimpse the man who’d hide the truth of just how much he cared. My argent truth was fulsome gloom, moribund and drear, my face a patent [...]

An ideal father: doesn’t smoke doesn’t scold doesn’t fuss doesn’t test doesn’t punish doesn’t upset doesn’t bore doesn’t forbid doesn’t spoil doesn’t mind doesn’t compare doesn’t label doesn’t doubt doesn’t neglect doesn’t exist. This poem was written/submitted by Sukasah Syahdan.

“Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our grave The seal’s wide spindrift gaze towards paradise.” —Hart Crane, “Voyages” “If a lion could talk, we couldn’t understand it” —Ludwig Wittgenstein Under the ocean that stretches out wordlessly past the long edge of the last human shore, there are deep [...]

I had a father once, the records say. He has gone away down the long avenue Of death, on the hand-held minor no mist Of his breath, his firm signature no more. No more holding down his hat in the wind, Running to catch the last post, he has gone Beyond the wind-shaped stones on [...]