Tag Archives: Father’s Day

Silly

by Uma Menon

One day you start to realize your father
is a child and maybe that happens early

on because he is just so silly. He wants
to go outside and play, in the sidewalk, Continue reading

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The Bath

by Lowell Jaeger

Toddlers frolic nude
through the lawn sprinkler’s oscillating spray.
Screaming joyfully. Continue reading

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Retrieving My Father’s Ashes on My Birthday

by David P. Miller

It took fewer days for him
to carry me home, lay me in the crib
than for me to carry him home,
place him on a bedroom closet shelf
among the bare clothes hangers. Continue reading

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