I was watching the Wrexham soccer team documentary and all of a sudden the episode turned into a thing about fathers and sons. They played Ben E. King’s “Stand By Me” and, you know, it’s a song about how you can make it through an apocalypse if you have the people you really love by …
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10-22-22
Today a Saturday I woke up early and took the big plastic bag full of change I found in my dad’s house after he died to the supermarket with the coin counting machine. They take 20 per cent. The coins were in zip lock bags a green cup and two old McDonald’s cups: a Shawn …
12-10-21
My father’s marrow killed him or the chemo did or the stroke or the hospital or me when I said Yes let’s make him comfortable.
08-17-21
Tonight I drink whisky a friend sent and take apart my son’s lightsaber. Christina paints the kitchen. A document to authorize a real estate agent to sell my childhood home hits the inbox.
08-15-21
I finally got to my drafting table to clean up the bag of things I chose to bring from my father’s house after he died. I found what I’m certain is a receipt from the sort of side hustle lotteries Latinos run alongside the real lottery and it had sevens everywhere and he played it …
06-27-21
I took my dad’s big red truck to get looked at by my mechanic uncle in Hollywood. Florida. The last time I followed my dad driving it he’d been in the hospital a couple days. He barely stayed at night in his lane on I95 and I got the expected visions of a wrecked truck …
06-23-21
Last weekend I found what seems to be a poem in the nightstand in the duplex my father stopped sleeping in a while back. Blue ink in Spanish cursive on both brown yellow sides the blue lines faded. I don’t know if he wrote it and I don’t really understand it as I transcribe afraid …
06-19-21
Had to dothe weed eatingin the backyardlike Homer Simpson does itlike a fool cutting circlesin the grassand I am shaking. The sedentary lifestyle’s hello. Got greenin my dress socked sneakersand I wonder is this what Poison Ivy’s pussysmells likeand I’m only 2/3doneshakinshakin.
06-11-21
Southwest 8th Street and 40 Somethingth I write this almost a month later. Everyone is saying take your time. How can anyone do that as they walk intentionally toward a motherfucking land mine of tears. The night before, we had visitors in the room late Ismelia talking over my answers to her questions repeating how …
06-06-21
It’s a bit strange and sad how easy it is for me to put the death of my father in a box in a far away part of my mind. The ease with which I can speed myself there to look at any of the many items in the box and be instantly broken makes …