i must have a thing about his hair

here are two ‘poems’ for SKJ, the first one was written before he went to kindergarden, and the second one was written the week before he went into grade six The Flame Haired Beastie It’s vicious; it’s got claws, and a survival instinct nothing could tear through. It’s heartless, leaving a king-tide of demolition in…

mother love is a great big love

Man, I used to be dumb, so dumb, or to be kinder, naive. Honestly, what was the point of a wide vocabulary when you walked around as thick as I was? About a thousand years ago, I was contemplating a second baby and the biggest reason I didn’t want to go there was I doubted I had…