By Dana I need a few balck shirts now I only have one and my mom’s gone I need a few more i need to change Who r u mom – where are you? I need to comb my hair but i can’t Come on mom do it for me, i need you After seven…
Tag: death
Migrant Tales Literary: A father who is grand
By Leo Honka Are you now the universe, grandfather? Grandfather grand…How many planets did you see on the day you turned to dust. Did you see gliding stars in the ethereal silence? Is death a place of fleeting regrets? Did you find those days you threw overboard? Your moribund eyes, now like an inflamed meteor…