Father of Mine

Plath said hers had a Meinkampf look, A man in black With love of the rack and the screw, But Daddy, Daddy, I don’t know what to make of you.   I read her words at twenty, A dagger trailing red to the core And then put you away – Tried to scar the slice … More Father of Mine

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While I plan for most of my posts to be more on the “see the lighter side” I felt compelled to share this that I wrote to cope with helping my grandmother die. If the whole point of this endeavor is to be honest and explore why I am exactly who I am, its important to … More 30 Hours