Hi, I'm poet and editor Leslie Signs.

I'll be taking on the host chair for the slowdown the next two weeks,

but don't worry.

Major will be back on July 1st.

I can't wait to share my selections with you.

I'm Major Jackson and this for the weekend. My teenage son said he was spending the night at a friend's house.

His friend told his mother he was doing a sleepover at our house.

Neither parent verified adult supervision. Both boys invited a few others. Then,

the small party grew to a hundred people who congregated in my backyard nursing red cups

A neighbor's daughter snuck out of their house, so my neighbor called the police.

I flew home and fretted for my son's future.

The next morning we argued again, but then on that day we cleared the

way for an enduring love that we care for now and know will last until our last breaths.

Today's poem highlights that cycle of hard truths and compassion passed between fathers and sons.

Fish Serpent Egg Scorpion by Kame Dause for Kakelli.

For everyone who asks receives, he who seeks fines, and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.

What father among you if his son asks for a fish,

we'll give him a snake instead.

Or if he asks for an egg,

will give him a scorpion.

Luke. will give him a scorpion. Luke versus 10 through 12. There were no tears, but in the commotion of these emotional days, the impetus for tears.

When I said to him, there in the cold street wearing our sporty winter jackets.

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