hi, hi. here’s an update! we left tickettailor, we’re on eventbrite. our workshops… poems? prompt bittersweetmy father was not a sweet man. i wouldn’t call him kind or caringoutside of keeping us alive. i might call him spiteful, but i wasn’tever old enough to have a real opinion of him. faint memoriesfollowing nightmares, childhood visions. a terrible parent,not on purpose, but by pattern. broken in a way because he stayedplaying by ear. i’d break a glass because i didn’t yet learn how fragileit was. he’d break a child because he forgot how fragile children can be.i hate him with my…