Poetry

After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.

Every year it seems, he ... [+]

Wind chimes ring behind our house
in random harmony,
riffing with each passing bird
and ... [+]

I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.
... [+]

It’s all those little things- you know?
The “I love you”s before you go,
The phone calls... [+]

you say
“rabbit rabbit”—
it’s the first day
of the month I was born in,
and I ... [+]

There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
beasts
where mast meets ... [+]

Who can walk today
when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard
and swirl recklessly round each ... [+]

your macbook open on untreated pine
coffee brimming with a milky fern
cashmere sweater hugging... [+]

Your Russian Blue is not crazy when she
somersaults off the armchair to run, run
run down the ... [+]

The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.

Every morning, feet burning ... [+]

After, under the pylon,
power lines buzzing,
she told about sperm whales
that dive to such ... [+]

I was born, Mom says, dollhouse-
ready, pre-Barbie hair a field
of curls, the early bird that,... [+]