Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

Every morning, feet ... [+]

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

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

This dictionary defines "rooihout"
as a South African tree on page 2624;
"aasvogel," a ... [+]

I dropped 
an
ice cube 
into
the sea
which sort 
of replied 
as if ... [+]

The girl upstairs doesn’t know
How old I am.
I mean old old old
I don’t know ... [+]

It begins in the back 
garden. ripping up weeds
against resistance
like being 8 ... [+]

The intricate sounds of Orozco’s Guitarra and
   the beep, beep, from passing automobiles... [+]