Fatherhood
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …
Tag: child
to my child
how many rivers, how many earths have fused to make you flesh— deep-petalled eyes dew-closed as poppied hills of cathay; …
Lullabies and Lightning Bugs
I cried a river of your tears and loved every thorn prick away; held you from a distance, and when …