My biggest fear is that I'm not a good husband.
I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death's grasp Almost perfunctory
I knew the halls and rooms like my own But it was a maze I could still get lost in Always something new to discover Sometimes when no one was looking A drawer full of old coins Or old military buttons or pins The bottom bunk where I would nap after church The pantry was [...]
To catch a gleam in a parent's eye. For who is their inner child reaching?
Introducing my alter ego, Pioneer Man.
A poem about the verbal ballet of couples.