River and Father
David Sam I dream my father dark and angry in a thunderhead weeping what was never and can never be his. I once tasted the sweet meat of the date that grew along our river that drifts now with debris. My father refused the sweetness of the water and tasted only bitter tears and blood in the meat of the date. I have become his eyes and tongue, become his anger in my step and in the words I fail to say. He has moved beyond the waves that echo bank to bank. He speaks the river in my dreams. |
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About the Author:
Born in Pennsylvania, David Anthony Sam is the grandson of Syrian and Polish immigrants. He lives now in Culpeper, Virginia with his wife and life partner, Linda, and serves as president of Germanna Community College. He has two collections: Dark Land, White Light (1974, 2014) and Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves (2014) and his poetry has appeared in over 50 journals and e-magazines. Sam was the featured poet in the Winter 2016 issue of The Hurricane Review and in 2015 was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
Born in Pennsylvania, David Anthony Sam is the grandson of Syrian and Polish immigrants. He lives now in Culpeper, Virginia with his wife and life partner, Linda, and serves as president of Germanna Community College. He has two collections: Dark Land, White Light (1974, 2014) and Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves (2014) and his poetry has appeared in over 50 journals and e-magazines. Sam was the featured poet in the Winter 2016 issue of The Hurricane Review and in 2015 was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
