Category: Fatherhood
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Unhappy Wedding, PUP and Personality
Warning, this may be one of those “Ends and Odds” posts of mine which are all over the map. Sort of just taking a fatherly, intellectual, spiritual, poetic dump. Um, yeah. I would bet that somewhere there is a blogging tutorial which instructs writers to never begin a post with a warning and apology, and…
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Another Proud Pops Post
I’ve talked a lot here on the Dad Poet blog about how proud my sons make me. But I hope you’ll indulge me in another proud pops post. Pops, that’s what Jo, my oldest calls me. “Does it make you feel old?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply. “Seriously?” “No, not really. I kinda like it.”…
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The Dike at Dusk, a Birthday Walk in Color and Shadow
Due to various reasons the boys and I had to wait until Sunday to celebrate the anniversary of the old man’s leap from Grandma’s womb. I know, it’s a startling image, but that’s how it happened. I tried to leap back but mom wasn’t having any of that. I was cooking and doing my own…
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Recorded Live at the River Gallery Exhibit
My monkey, I mean my youngest son, recently left a comment asking shouldn’t I be writing poems, “you know, the Poet part of Dad Poet?” Good point, and I admit that although I have been working on a few new pieces, I once again find myself back into editing and submission mode. I am sending…
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Red Herrings About Read Herrings
Call me biased, but even if I did not know where this young man’s genetics came from, I would, as I do, find this utterly fascinating and invigorating. Such thoughts I find flat out exciting.
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The Joys of Thumb Wrestling, and other unnecessary toys
Okay, okay, I am still not ready to say anything more about creative genius or where it comes from. Not only was I having a hard time finding the William Stafford quotes I was looking for, but I’ve been working a long weekend, with weird swingy shifts that make me want to pull my hair…
