my father, at ease.
cooled by dannye
|We ate sidewalk chalk until dawn, stopping only to cheer on passers by||After searching for my mother's name for twenty years, I realized I also did not know my father's||Please clear the field; the game is not over||Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings|
|There are monsters in my head, under my bed. Stop.||He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth||Beautiful tangle of words||Here is my father, here is something I regret|
|Dawn was a lucky time to give birth||I am my father's daughter||A vindication of the authority of fathers||Closer and closer to the source of all rays of light|
|For my father, in the event he finds me||swimming toward a source of light||Mea Culpa||What it is that is not ending|
|Dream Log: September 1, 2002||October 15, 2001||Mallard Fillmore||Thinking too much|
|You have far too much time on your hands||The One-Room Schoolhouse||heart attack|