DADHEAD
Meals shared, dishes washed, errands run, and worried thoughts cast toward an uncertain future in this collection. The seeds are sown in haste- bashed out in quick sprints and collated by bloodshot eyes after a fussy toddler’s bedtime. The result is an oblique ‘how to’ guide for poets who parent in tandem.
Dave Wood layers - line over line - affection for his child, nostalgia for his past, respect for his child’s mother, throughout this work. It’s the least problematic portrait of a modern, chronically grim, northern European dad that one could really hope for.
Meals shared, dishes washed, errands run, and worried thoughts cast toward an uncertain future in this collection. The seeds are sown in haste- bashed out in quick sprints and collated by bloodshot eyes after a fussy toddler’s bedtime. The result is an oblique ‘how to’ guide for poets who parent in tandem.
Dave Wood layers - line over line - affection for his child, nostalgia for his past, respect for his child’s mother, throughout this work. It’s the least problematic portrait of a modern, chronically grim, northern European dad that one could really hope for.
Meals shared, dishes washed, errands run, and worried thoughts cast toward an uncertain future in this collection. The seeds are sown in haste- bashed out in quick sprints and collated by bloodshot eyes after a fussy toddler’s bedtime. The result is an oblique ‘how to’ guide for poets who parent in tandem.
Dave Wood layers - line over line - affection for his child, nostalgia for his past, respect for his child’s mother, throughout this work. It’s the least problematic portrait of a modern, chronically grim, northern European dad that one could really hope for.
