Me (in reference to “green awning, Brookyln, New York) : Did you read my new poem?
Jack J (also known as Dad): Yes, I did.
I have problems with your imagery.
Me: That must mean I’m onto something.
Jack J: I really hope that you are.
The best, and most painful critics are always the people that you love and admire the most.
Yet another time:
Jack J: I just don’t get it. (shakes his head and frowns) I mean, it must be good if people are publishing it, but I just don’t get it.
Oh, fatherly love and support. Stayed tuned for more.