Father’s Day: “Existential OCD at the Visitation”

I’ve written a handful of poems that include my dad, and since today is Father’s Day, I thought I’d share one of the most recent, which was included in my chapbook, The blades of grass are dreaming (Anstruther Press, 2025). The poem circles a memory shared with my father, after the passing of a dear family friend. Living with existential OCD can be debiliating, but my dad’s humour and solid presence has made it a easier.

Dad and me.