By Gillian Kessler. A poem about sons and fathers.
By Gillian Kessler. Anxiety sneaks in on little rat wings, as I prepare to leave my children for a significant amount of time.
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
and I sing Tom Petty to you
like a tin can telephone
your voice travels to me