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 →

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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 up 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... 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 →

Daughter

Daughter I have to choose my favourite place on earth, my daughter wants to know. "It's a simple question Mum." And it is. But the naming of it worries me. It renders the places left out, not good enough. Like that house I lived in for a month when I was eight years old. The... Continue Reading →

Everything Gets Their Turn

Everything Gets Their Turn butterfly born of darkness seek light shift about the straight-jacket of birth a pressure on beauty awake asleep awake forgets caterpillar chrysalis crickets of the field conduct blade of grass as Strings orchestrate stridulations sound a twilight song earth's axis tilts toward summer to her small creatures giving them time too

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