Joe Bishop – Father’s Day

Poem Author and Title: Joe Bishop – Father’s Day Father’s Day by Joe Bishop, Poem: I haul on his rubber boots, pack tackle box aboard, part glinting pond on which my old man taught me how to skate. My grown hands recoil, recalling numb, small fingers tighten laces to his standard. This morning suns knuckles. I bait hook, cast lured line, scratch what will be beard, relive one morning when I was five and Dad took me here ice-fishing. He didn’t trust further out, laid down stick, ordered: do not pass. Boring auger, his glance caught me gliding past, caught rot-hole snatching. Submerged in the jolt of his hand hooking hood, our teeth clacking, I reel. He woke me nights later, casting wails down the hall, hauled from dream’s outcome, moral for sons who won’t listen. End of poem. Copyright Joe Bishop Originally appeared in Plenitude, January 2018 Joe Bishop is a poet living and working in St. John’s. His poetry has appeared in Poetry Is Dead, Riddle Fence, Plenitude Magazine, and other journals across Canada and abroad. Recent work is forthcoming in Tar River Poetry and The Metaworker. In 2016, Joe received a Newfoundland & Labrador Arts & Letters Award for Poetry. Plenitude is Canada’s only queer literary magazine. We promote the growth and development of LGBTQ2S+ literature through online publication of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, book reviews, and interviews by both emerging and established LGBTQ2S+ writers. Plenitude aims to complicate expressions of queerness through the publication of diverse, sophisticated literary writing, from the very subtle to the brash and unrelenting.