Tag: parenting
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morning fuzz
While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding parent’s hands walking to the bus stop Magnolia petals drop to the street.
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Bald
We went to dinner, which apparently is what everyone else does on an ordinary weekday night. We sat in a booth, my daughter and wife across from me. Dad look. Dad look,” pointing passed me. a bald guy! you know, I say, some day I could be bald. But I don’t want a bald father!
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Dad in the Used Dad Section
Last week at the used book store I found myself in a wealth of books at the moment so I drifted to the used cd’s and records. There’s an art to browsing the music section. You don’t want to be the guy that lingers in one spot forever ’cause someone might notice the smell of […]
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How I Know
How I Know Lately I’ve noticedher noticing the ex-pressions on my facewhen I read to her atnight. She watches myface almost as closely as the pictures on thepage. She un-scrunchesmy scrunched-up fore-head and smiles at mysmile. Is this trans-mission? I think so.This is how I know she’ll love reading too.
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Creation Creating (A Love Poem)
I thought about you, when you were so tiny, and how there was no way I could have imagined you’d be the spark you are today— though why would I’ve wanted to? you were perfect then, and anything you turned out to be would’ve been perfect too. I couldn’t help but realize, while you pointed […]
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Where’s Dad (A Trickster Poem)
Where’s dad?My daughter says, standing halfway upthe stairs in her snow-white pajama gown rubbing the crust from her good-morning time eyes. I don’t know, says my son who’s sitting on the couch, takingadvantage of my absencewith his head buried in his phone. She whines a little andscurries down the stairs to run and jump on […]
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Being Human (A Travelogue) Part 1
We left for camp in the afternoon, just in time for the rain to come down. Upon arrival we were greeted by two jays cawing and showing off as we set up our tent. The rain mellowed for the time being, but it would return later in a fury. The campfire made it through the […]
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Two Poems
As I walk outside I hear the plane engine roaring overhead as the plane engine fades I walk deeper outside and I hear the birds inviting me into their Paradise as I walk into their Paradise into the sunshine I see bees trying to figure out which flowers to pollinate but they can’t because they […]
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7-16-19
Sevensixteennineteen while you picked wild flowers for mom’s bouquet, i sat and watched the clouds shape the Great Mountain. and wondered at all that it cared for. and wondered atthe ease with which it’s done. content i sit and care for you in nearly the same way. lunchtime for swallows,dozens of them appear, in a […]
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Spring cleaning
I’m looking at this mess beside my bed and I’m thinking: if I were to die today, in a heap on the bathroom floor, this is what I’ll leave behind. This will be my kids’ inheritance, they’ll have to clean up my mess, and their own. Serves them right for all the socks on the […]
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 