The Obsession by Wesli Court
Last night I dreamed my father died again, A decade and a year after he dreamed Of death himself, pitched forward into night. His world of waking flickered out and died — An image on a screen. He is the father Now of fitful dreams that last and last. I dreamed again my father died at last. He stood before me in his flesh again. I greeted him. I said, “How are you, father?” But he...