Work Boots (draft 1)

Each night he pulls them off, both hands
gripping – one on toe and one on heel –
as scraps of mud fall to the kitchen floor.
He carries them outside to scrape the rest
on the steps of the back porch. Continue reading

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What I Learned From My Father

After Julia Kasdorf’s “What I Learned From My Mother”

I learned from my father his Golden Rule: he who has
the gold, makes the rules. I learned to nod attentively
to bosses, to take open shifts
whenever they called, to walk with a purpose. Continue reading