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        I failed.           I failed yesterday to finish a field—I buried the planter in mud after dark with forty acres left in ground that was dry “on top.”         I failed to make it to the start of my son’s baseball game for his he and his team […]

               I hit fly balls to my son in our backyard.  I don’t know how many I’ve hit or how many I have in me.                 He could run them down and catch and throw them back all day.  He would if he could.                He sprints.  He dives.  He lays out.  He catches most, […]

               It is raining this morning, and by it’s good fortune, I was able to come home.                 Our sons messaged me.  The ceiling of the basement was leaking, but not from the rain.  They told me location, reference points of the room and had a good idea.                “Do you think it’s the washer?” […]

               A month to the day, we laid my wife’s grandfather to final rest.  After, we went to his home one final time in look on all that was there, to divide and spread amongst the families all that might be wanted before the rest was auctioned, given, or thrown away.                Outside of his […]

        I listen to my son on the piano.  His fingers are light and fluid in airy play like the raindrops in soft fall.  He uses the pedals and the sound changes like thunder in the depths of cloud.  I sit outside and watch rain fall under cover of porch stoop, rare of lighting’s flash that […]

               There are divots and dead spots on our front lawn.  One set is at sixty feet from wooden mound.  Another at a distance I do not know, but my youngest son does.  I carry homeplate forward from its mark at sixty feet until he tells me to stop, the distance of his Little League, […]