Category: still can’t do my daughter’s hair

I wanted to become before I became the thing I…

I wanted to become before I became the thing I never planned on.

William Evans, “Catch and Release.” Be sure to…

William Evans, “Catch and Release.” Be sure to grab William’s book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.

When he writes about having a son, he is writi…

When he writes about having a son, he is writing about not having a son. They are all poems about his father. They are all poems about someone becoming more because someone they loved is now dead. They are poems that don’t believe in the future.

My father sees my neighborhood and asks where …

My father sees my neighborhood and asks where all the trees are. He scoffs that I want to finish our basement, can’t understand why I would volunteer to be in the ground.

Maybe I was supposed to be a lumberjack or a l…

Maybe I was supposed to be a lumberjack or a loaded insult in someone else’s grip, something my white neighbors would think is dangerous, but too honorable to fear.

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From William Evans’ amazing book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.

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From William Evans’ amazing book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.

William Evans, “The Boys Ran Past and the Flow…

William Evans, “The Boys Ran Past and the Flowers Never Grew Back.” Support the author and grab his stunning book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.

I’m sorry the wind never calls us by the…

I’m sorry the wind never calls us by the names our mothers gave us.

Who wants to stay in a building where the resi…

Who wants to stay in a building where the residents pretend to not see the fire bursting from its windows?