Shaun
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Cassette Tape Player
I drafted, revised, and submitted a poem called “I Want a Walkman” earlier this year. I see it as a love letter to my youth and the cassette tape player attached to my hip. Maybe Shaun’s ever-growing fascination with retro media (he requests vinyl records for gifts) inspired me to write it. Or maybe the Continue reading
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Unspoken Goodbyes
Describe the last difficult “goodbye” you said. It’s 2018 and I am lying on the living room couch listening to my son and nephew playing on the Xbox in my bedroom. It’s a hot South Texas day in August and my only thoughts are getting as much rest as possible after the tumultuous Summer Reading Continue reading
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DIY I Hardly Knew Ye
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on. Most of my ambitious DIY projects were simply ideas I had. Moments of delusions thinking I have talent or patience to pull off something fantastical. Most times, these ideas remained in my head because I knew – or at least, assumed I knew – that Continue reading
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Maybe These Daily Prompts Aren’t So Bad After All
What bores you? My son spins around on the extra wheeled chair in my office, staring blankly at his phone. Majority of his classmates are probably still in their beds, sleeping off late night excursions on Minecraft or Roblox or Fortnite or whatever games kids play on their tablets and phones these days. I can’t Continue reading
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“To Shaun, on Your 10th Birthday”
Let my fortune be rich in storiesshared on quiet nightsas we lay in beddrifting into sleep.Let the inheritance I leave to yoube the sounds of our laughteras the whispers of your childhood.Let both be comprised of our memoriesas we took walks through my childhoodneighborhood, as I navigated you throughplaces long since erased. The origin of Continue reading
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“Good Bones” by Maggie Smith
I may have avoided Maggie Smith my entire life had it not been for the Libby App. When I first heard about a poet named by that name, I figured it was that Maggie Smith; I had had enough celebrity poets. But I learned that the poet and the actor weren’t one and the same. Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 