my father, Ed

Born Edgar Franklin Flanagan, acquired Francis as a communion name, then shaved this mouthful down to Ed. He became father to me and my sister when he was in his mid-twenties. This isn't a real portrait of him, but only a small list of fragments, the tesserae of a mosaic. He was always my standard for … Continue reading my father, Ed


recent fall

recent fall. The recently fallen angel sits beside me on the curb wearing a skinned knee, a messed 'do, we are the nucleus of a circle made by the explosion of feathers on the pavement. she-and-he complains of celestial injustice her-and-his voice a whine sharp enough to pierce the heavens, yet but the content like … Continue reading recent fall