Birthday Wishes

Hey guys, Here I am with one of my favorite little girls in the world, Angela, on her birthday! I thought this was a fitting photo since its my dad's birthday today. I've been working on a much longer project, a horror novel of sorts, that I'll start posting bits and pieces of next week. But for now, I'll leave you with an old poem of mine. Happy Thursday!

Last Big Show

On his last morning, my father drives
himself to work, tired from a two-week
air-plane sales show. Even so, he listens
to Fleetwood Mac on the cd player, turned
up loud. Before he leaves, he writes on the dry-
erase board -- Good to be home! Last big
show. Days later, picking through the debris
for what was his, almost nothing remains
except the battered rims of his sunglasses,
a pocket knife. My sister identifies the face
of the watch his friend, the pilot, wore,
still working. It’s like an advertisement,
we think, this three thousand dollar
extravagance that lasted through a final
confrontation with a power line and all
that charred earth. The evidence bag of dirt
and litter yields nothing more, just this -- small
unconvincing proof that time has not stopped.