Neil Tambe

Let’s go.

I'm a Detroiter who happens to enjoy writing, national parks, orange juice, the performing arts, and fanciful socks. More than anything though, I aspire to be a good husband, father, and citizen.

What dreams may come?
As golden fields of corn
turn to ranches, then mountains, then desert.

My father and I
He a young man again
Traveling for a new life
out of circumstance, not choice.
He needs a life.

Like a younger man, again.

I see myself in the windshield.


I am a younger man, too.

There's some shit that people shouldn't just have to do.
Like burying a child, or a mother before marriage.

You grow up real quick, if you hadn't already.

Gotta be a grown up. a grooowwwn alllll up.
A GROAN all up.

And the first thing you think is, FUCK.
And not even about something moderately important, like what to do next, or how life will be different...but about some stupid shit like if you need to get your oil changed. Or whether the dishes in the dishwasher are clean.

Not mortgage payments or funeral arrangements. That comes later.

After you get to be grown up. Or when, you have no choice but.

Please do say hello: neil.tambe[at]gmail[dot]com