At the edge

I’m waiting for the locomotive and its chain of clacking boxcars and caboose to roar around the corner of Daddy’s train board. Electric smell of friction and the building fury of the train as I sit, as close to the edge as I dare, pray it will make the turn but knowing it sometimes derails […]

A Manor of Endings

Next to the nurses station                     in hell you sat, my dapper, well-groomed dad in an adult diaper. When you fell onto your face           out of the wheelchair they quietly replaced you.      I pretended not to see. Like a […]