Lives have hinged on less.
My Dad in front of the television
with inexhaustible beer,
a mess on his office shirt,
and that faith known as the Leafs.
I learned hockey at that altar,
learned of sports metaphors of war
and blood-thirsts and thirsty,
of hunger. My own part:
I’d put my brother in oversized pads
and shoot, merciless, on the looming net.
We’d stop if […]
Filed under: Shane Neilson by akublik Date 1 May, 2008
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after Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prarie
I’ve tried to be pa,
lion locks and strong frame,
unironic frontier goodness
and unfaltering purpose,
his family-man fortitude
honed sundown to sunup
over a hand brushing a sweaty brow
and an honest day’s work
is measured in the loaves of wholesomeness
cooked by a woman whose heart
would only be his, and eaten by
three ruffian angels, […]
Filed under: Shane Neilson by akublik Date 28 April, 2008
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