poachers & the first home

Two poems shared on Substack notes

poachers

I’m so tired of loose
lips sinking ships—of
human cannons
shooting us with
lies, and creating a
mass of loblollies
with the full intent to
bury us alive.

we’re more than
flesh & bone, we’re
heart & mind, and
they must’ve forgotten
we can fight when a corner
is the place they
push us in.

a faulty administration is
running a nation,
betting with money
from people who’ve
poured their last into
a country they once
loved.

they have no clue of
what they’re doing,
yet they do, and
we’re the ones dying
a long death.
but, we’re the ones
fighting to stay
alive, too.


the first home

a short workweek
ahead for me—taking
pto for a trip
back to a place that
hasn’t been home in
21 years, but it’s still
home.

I’ve been eyeballing
the weather, got my
hawk’s view on 10,
monitoring changes to be
sure travel plans won’t
meet their demise.
I need to get away.

my mother will be in
tow—my nerves will work
overtime to keep her
anxieties at bay.
I’m craving fresh seafood,
familial hugs, and time spent
with people close to
my heart.

a quick mini
vacation to recharge
my energy—strengthen my
bones. prayerfully, none of
them will break from the
weight of the pain
that the first home
can bring.


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What It’s Like for a Stay-At-Home Father with Two Boys

A Book Review

I first stumbled across the writing of Andrew B. Knott on Medium. His witty gift of gab and literal humor were luring effects. He had a gift of drawing you in slowly, building up the comedic punchline with a slow burn to a lasting fire. I appreciated the way he looped words that sounded like they belonged together in sentences. It was as if he were a word connoisseur, sharing his tastes with us, but in a way that Medium needed at that time.

I became even more enamored by his work when I began editing his submissions in P. S. I Love You, a defunct Medium publication that specialized in publishing work on relationships, love, and all things life & connection. Andrew stood out, and he still does.

Below is the review of Fatherhood: Dispatches from the Early Years, shared on Amazon and Goodreads:

I’m Not a Parent, But I’ve Seen Parents in Action

And this book is crafty in the way the events are presented in the author’s life. Every story, essay, and vignette has something to offer the parents of this world, especially new/newer/younger ones.

Even though I have not birthed any of my own children, I am significantly older than all my siblings, so most of the scenarios mentioned, I’ve experienced in some way with the little ones (now much older ones) in my life. I also have significantly younger cousins and nieces and nephews.

What I like most about Andrew’s approach to parenting (as it is humorously detailed throughout the book) is his nonchalant, “let it be” attitude with his children.

Naturally, some things will call for discipline, but most things do not… So why waste time and energy when children will more than likely not change their minds or agree with a parent’s choice in the very intense moments of a tantrum?

The author’s humor is one that builds up. There is a slow burn to it before the lasting fire. It’s witty and catches you off guard. It actually reminds me a lot of Steven Wright’s approach to comedy. Either you get it or you don’t, and I definitely get it.

There were a few stories that droned on or took a while to get to a plot twist or heightened point of comedic satisfaction, but those are few and far between.

Overall, I’m glad I took the time to read parenting from a person’s perspective who took “learning as you go” to a whole other level.

It’s a great read!

I shared this review with Andrew by way of communicating with him on Substack. I have another book of his on my shelf, waiting for its turn, and I am truly looking forward to it as well.

If you’re looking for a good laugh about parenting and the many obstacles you have to endure to feel like you’re at least a C+ parent, I recommend Fatherhood: Dispatches from the Early Years.


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better at home & we all feel, and he didn’t + Jill Scott

Two poems shared on Substack notes

Homemade salad: diced chicken tenders, cucumbers, onions, tomatoes, blueberries, spinach, & Colby Jack cheese. I drizzled the ranch dressing onto the salad after I took the photo. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

better at home

fresh fruits and veggies
diced chicken tenders with cheese
creamy ranch dressing


AI-Generated Image: A Black man dressed handsomely in a jean jacket, cream-colored shirt, and jeans, standing on a porch in front of a door. He has a pensive look on his face.

we all feel, and he didn’t

he was too
equanimous. you
maybe thinking,
“that’s not a good thing?”
and I’m obligated to tell you
that I needed someone who
would explode with anger if
the world caved in on him…
eventually.

I needed to know that he could cry,
would cry if his heart
were crushed with grief.
but he didn’t know
tears—he hadn’t been open
enough to let them cleanse him,
and I couldn’t continue to love a
man who wouldn’t emote.

I understand strength, the rearing
of holding back emotion when you
can release it was
always weakness to me.
I wanted to know that
if I broke down, he could break down
with me, and we’d lift each other up.

but in a world that
tells a man to be
stone in order to be
loved, he couldn’t
hear my cries.


Jill Scott—Pressha


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Collaborating with David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish Again

Rengaying through this tumultuous life

David, at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, and I have collaborated once more using the Rengay form of poetry. It is always a pleasure working with a talented writer such as him, and I was happy to take part in this ongoing series once again. A snippet of the poem is below.

db-razor at my neck
each scrape both threat and comfort—
smooth with tiny bumps
tll-      risky weather won’t stop me
      money doesn’t grow on trees
db-bank notification—
I pretend not to see it
until tomorrow
tll-worry doesn’t rest
I’m in a headlock
adulting is trash

You can read the poem in its entirety by clicking on the link below. Thank you again, David! It’s always a blast!


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Life In Photos #10

Daily photographic musings

Snow day dinner #1. Monday, January 26, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow day dinner #2. Monday, January 26, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
View from the 5th floor on a snow day. Sunday, February 01, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow and Solo. Monday, February 02, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow Mound#1. Tuesday, February 03, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow Mound #2. Wednesday, February 04, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A late-night, early morning dusting #1. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A late-night, early morning dusting #2. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #1. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #2. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #3. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

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