| My Father’s gloves are warm and fuzzy on the inside, the outside brown and smooth perhaps suede I don’t know but am raking leaves November’s biting sense of humor blowing them to interrupt the work but really making the work harder yet there’s a sunny and blue-sky brisk so it is a good flow of breath and wind and grasping at scattering dried-brown wisps of summer’s green memories not being one to hoard for memory’s sake these gloves are one of the only physical links to my father (aside from the flesh and bone of me) he having slipped off the gloves, so to speak, some years ago but when i put them on (like a magician with nothing up his sleeves) he comes to visit shakes my hands says carry on with the work sun’s shine highlighting the time of day Mankh (Walter E. Harris III) is an essayist and resident poet on Axis of Logic. In addition to his work as a writer, he is a small press publisher and Turtle Islander. His newest haiku chapbook is “so many people go hungry.” He also hosts an audio show "Between the Lines: listening to literature online." You can contact him via his literary website. READ MORE POETRY AND ESSAYS BY MANKH ON AXIS OF LOGIC |