our names etched in the wood remnants of an old shack at Eddy Lake ~ for Leila

Our names etched in the wood remnants of an old shack at Eddy Lake   we knew just how to slide the upstairs window open in unison with the faucet at the kitchen sink parents fill the kettle for tea as we descend the fire escape ladder thankful the light inside the house masks our... Continue Reading →

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Sound ~ for Sarah Shivarani

Sound ~ for Sarah Shivarani swim underwater and listen for silence silence beyond the heart-pulse in your ears silence more familiar than a womb for all those times it was too loud, too much listen for the sound of who you are write write every book ever written in your head sing draw the old... Continue Reading →

money, zucchini’s and me

money, zucchini's and me What is it about money that calls me to write a poem? each letter paying the mortgage, each word, my visa bill(s). I go to the local farm stand where reusable bags stand in for guilt (the plastic of our emotions) I want to thank the soil but can I truly... Continue Reading →

Forty Years Now

Forty Years Now a pocketful of sand I've searched beaches for myself a box of letters I've written them all to nobody a scar across my abdomen I've fallen into motherhood to bliss an oversized wedding ring I've shrunken into love with you to know a sibling to really know them to know me as... Continue Reading →

Vegemite

Vegemite Vegemite is all the hours mum spent rolling bread dough. It is aprons dusted with flour, some on her face, some on the floor. Vegemite is fresh bread's scent wafting down the hallway, toasted and buttery. Vegemite is childhood slathered on top of those memories. The yellow labeled jars emptied and filled with beach... Continue Reading →

11:37

11:37 It’s 11:37, again. Today, and on so many days, when I glance at the clock. 11:37 I’m reminded of your first breath. 11:37 I, brought on by your light, am introduced to all the goodness in me, my best self. Funny, how nothing of who I was before you, seemed relevant. Your perfect everything,... Continue Reading →

just ask jackrabbit

just ask jackrabbit somewhere in a photo box lives the real truth of this town before ghosts, before cars lined in rows became headstones in a graveyard rusting, dusty sunken into dirt even before the well was empty town hall graffitied, boarded up, condemned. somewhere there is proof but coyotes run rampant a Great Horned... Continue Reading →

Little Cabin Rabby-Tack

Little Cabin Rabby-Tack Little brother freckle-face what do you see? Lying on your stomach, reaching into sea. Driftwood fishing line discarded at your feet, squinty-eyed to sun glare cockabully. Little sister scruffy-hair what do you see? Knees deep in low-tide pools, singing happily. Gumboots full of water Feet and hands in glee, sun-kissed glow of... Continue Reading →

What I’m Not Saying

What I’m Not Saying that pearls are my birthstone, Am I limited by birth? Begin each day with a breath say goodbye to yesterday like the sun’s light on dew, a droplet rendered dry What I’m not saying is, I’m blind I’m blinded by love, the removal of yours What I’m not saying is laughter... Continue Reading →

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