A father, husband, poet, engineer, accordionist, and baseball fan who believes it is possible to root for the Mets without hating the Yankees shares thoughts on contemporary creative writing.
Of course, I love this poem, David. I really get the sense of the presence of a parent who is now gone, yet is everywhere. And your description of the mall was so accurate, I could hear it. As to your blog, this year I'd like to truly earn the descriptor, "Writer." A REAL Writer. Thanks for the inspiration - and Happy New Year, Mr. Poet!
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