After Scott Hightower’s “My Father” is a lukewarm coffee spill. My therapist is the graphite tip dulled. My therapist is the chewed eraser. My therapist is a junkyard, an eroding opinion, rosed cheeks, a half-sealed envelope, a saturated ice cream cone. My therapist is kindling and unfed fire. My therapist wears overalls. He wears sparse […]
Allison DeRose
Allison DeRose, MA, is a technical writer currently living in Rochester, New York. Her work has been published in Better Than Starbucks Poetry Magazine and the Big Windows Review.