By Jesse Wolfe H-O-R-S Tuesdays—dad’s day—when mom worked late at the hospital, he collected us from school for lazy rounds of HORSE. Sun crept behind the garage, we slipped on sweaters, shots clanged off the rim. Games dragged on when leaders failed to clench their wins. One dangled me in no-man’s-land, H-O-R-S by myself. Dad, … Continue reading H-O-R-S and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 