Another working class story. Somewhere America. Another immigrant story. But really, also, a father story. More than one father story. Identity tags, please. Northern Ireland. Belfast. Shankill. Somewhere Utah. Homeless. There are so many fathers. Too many fathers. Not enough fathers. These pyramids of fathers.

Here is an excerpt from my unpublished manuscript, Smashing Time. Recently published as a portfolio of prose poems in Tupelo Quarterly.

It’s called Straw Time.