Graze in the genocide by Omar Sakr
“A blot / Of blood, about the size of the sun / Or my thumb. It was ages ago. / I can still hear it.” — Omar Sakr
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
“What did I know, what did I know / of love’s austere and lonely offices?” — Robert Hayden
My Father Teaches Me to Dream by Jan Beatty
“You get up. You get on the bus. / You don’t look from side to side.” — Jan Beatty
Little Father by Li-Young Lee
“I buried my father in my heart. / Now he grows in me, my strange son,” — Li-Young Lee
My Father’s Diary by Sharon Olds
"It was my father / good, it was my father grateful, / it was my father dead" — Sharon Olds
The Gift by Li-Young Lee
“Had you followed that boy / you would have arrived here, / where I bend over my wife's right hand.” – Li-Young Lee
Retriever by Faith Shearin
"She is his responsible soul / broken free. She is the children he couldn't / come home to made young again." – Faith Shearin