Melissa Tuckey

In black and white ink my father the rain coming down sideways umbrella overhead charcoal pissing the match as he tries to light the flame to cook our burgers while we huddle in a pop-up trailer bored with our luck A caricature of himself scotch-taped to the fridge for decades the man and his family […]

Midnight divides a man one self from another scotch from the rocks I am on a wheelie chair at the kitchen table listening to complaints we go like this ‘til 3 am It feels good don’t it New Years and nothing’s changed stone angels in the backyard doorstep with its pile of snow and I […]