Dad’s Day in Haiku: A Dad Poem

One poem every day for twenty-eight straight days this February. Suffice it to say, I’m in my Poetry Era. Alarm clock ringing loudly across the bedroom. 5:10 comes too fast.  Kitchen light stings my eyes never really rested.  The oven is set.  Lunches packed, breakfast commences with groggy heads.  Breakfast rouses all.  7:00, out the… Continue reading Dad’s Day in Haiku: A Dad Poem

Ode on the Bedtime Chaos and Guilt of Another Sleepless Night: A Dad Poem

One poem every day for twenty-eight straight days this February. Suffice it to say, I’m in my Poetry Era. Most nights unfold the same way.My four-year-old wages war on sleep—one more story,one more sip,one more urgent whisper through the dark.Then the escapes: feet thumping the floor,five times, six, seven,each return a tiny surrender. I begin… Continue reading Ode on the Bedtime Chaos and Guilt of Another Sleepless Night: A Dad Poem