Father and Son
"Tell me, son,
Are you afraid of the dark?"
"No,
But I am afraid of darkness."
"Tell me, son,
Are you afraid of the dark?"
"No,
But I am afraid of darkness."
Highlighting budding poet Swapnil Dhruv Bose.
my mother
bought me a latte
in a drably fancy
park cafe
Mouth wide, bloody and pleading, palms extended, my need is ugly and unrelenting.
I got the news today
My V.A. claim denied.
Suppose I said the words “dinner time” and I wrote the words “chicken piccata”
i'd like to hear
the repentance
of a devastator
broadcast to the world
live and direct
from his deathbed
The mint and spice scent
of my grandfather's pipe tobacco,
once lost
A purple dome descends upon our house as my dad steps out of his 1987 Chevy Cavalier.
Burning bright, making heat, it makes sense now