'It has bruises – the toil of many years.'
The author writes about cheating and cycles of trauma.
The author's mother's recollection of a lived experience after reading the piece 'Remembering A ‘Holy’ Father and His Unholy Son'.
A poem that resulted from the author riving past his old family home that now lies locked.
To my father, the alcoholic.
'They look exactly like my father’s — only his are more rugged from being stuck with shoes which never seem to fit.'
A poem on how the poet doesn’t resemble her mother, and how it makes her feel when it's pointed out.
On the changing dynamics of my relationship with the patriarch of the house.
What I learned about embracing a new dynamic.