Daddy's Voice by Greg Powell - poetry for Being Hueman

Daddy’s Voice

(For Dad’s 87th Birthday) Memories dim and refracted In days gone and presently lived Of Daddy’s voice, barely remembered. But presence magnified/ residue like Star dust everywhere And in everything I am. He taught me a man can love With beauty beyond gender Nourish a garden he didn’t Even know how to plant. How Did you do it, I asked […]

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Greg Powell reflects on Fatherhood on Father's Day 2019

Fatherhood

beneath clouds like gray floating sky foam, my seed the tree stretches and argues in tantrum against strangely chill summer breeze. it is a different feel from our little vegetable garden in back planted in raised wood box fortress against ravaging squirrels. leafy herbs and greens sprout and yield salad for season and then buried in ice and snow. the […]

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