Grand

We walked down to the great meadow, your dancing hands accidentally bumped into mine as we navigated the steep terrain. At the bottom, I turned to you and touched your round cheek in my outstretch palm. Dragonflies and small winged insects hummed in the still, warm summer air, swimming in circles, catching the [...]

To My Friend, Who Happens To Be My Son

Letter to my dad, but not my father figure.

To my friend, who happens to be my son.

Dear Son,
Dear Dad,

There’s a moment in your childhood that I still have both the photograph and the photographic memory of.  You were standing beside a chain link fence near Tehachapi looking at me, humoring [...]