By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-…
By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of…
By: Ed Nichols My daddy’s name was Jefferson Henry Wilkes and the last time I saw him was in the insane asylum in Milledgeville, Georgia in 1958. He’d been there for four years when we visited him that last time. My…
By: Alex Bernstein I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, and on spinning chairs. Sidelines at little league…