by TNSF | Aug 15, 2018 | Poems, Vol. 1, Issue 40
When my father was eighty years old and mellowing, he decided to win the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes. Since he was well-off financially, he said, “If I win the ten million dollars, I’ll give it to you son, and your family will be set for life.” Of course, I...
by TNSF | Jul 11, 2018 | Poems, Vol. 1, Issue 35
Tractor Ghosts Grandfather, I am driving your memory back to the shed. Your tractor’s power steering is shot, and navigation demands a farmer’s muscle to raise specter-gray clouds of soil. Diesel smoke stays in this baggy work shirt, and it triggers your lessons:...
