Proud Papa Moment #7642:
The Monkey is reading poems out loud again. He read for us at the launch party for Word Fountain’s winter issue and he read as one of the only two readers to participate in the open mic portion of a local coffee shop’s guest poet visit in his hometown of Lock Haven last night. The best part for me was hearing both his pre-event nervousness and his post-poetry euphoria.
He and I have been working on a new project, a big goal for us for the year, a father-son chapbook, and you’ll hear more about that in upcoming posts. We got some creative and organizational progress done on that while he stayed with me this week. And as always, he’s a big help at the library.
Go check him out, please.
My father does these on Thursdays, but I want to do it Friday at eleven o’clock at night. This poem is technically a love poem. It is a poem about love. In fact it’s right there in the …
Source: Friday Love Poem