Eco di risa,

merende in compagnia,

tempo d’apprendere.

Cori di grida,

giochi tra ragazzi,

ricordi di compleanni passati.

Nostalgia canaglia,

che ti aggrappi ai miei

ricordi di bambina.

Di un posto che

è stato casa,

ma oramai non lo è più....

Musk of stale beer, cheap

Half smoked cigarettes stink

From my coat pockets

Morning weed instead of coffee

Walking the tressle with Leah, slapped

In the face from the cold and our buzz...

As I walk into my Great Grandmother and grandfather’s apartment, all those memories that are written on my heart go through my head. The smell, the times that she would let us draw on her windows, and the sewing machine going, just makes me smile....

I can still smell the boxes

That hold colors so dear

And feels the prickles

Of the paint brushes near

Ways to express

Clothes scattering in a mess

Plastic beauty

You can never feed moody

You could smell it cook

And read picture books

Make scribbled designs

With squiggles and lines

It was always there

Even when it was not

You could see things in the air

Who knew it would be more than a dot...

These potholed roads all lead to Rome

Past the aquaduct-gap between two shops

And to the heart of the empire

Where I used to do laundry.

This car park sits on top of a legion

And I imagined the speed bumps were their graves

And fast cars were a reminder

Of the charging tribes.

My kitchen window had a view of the battle

Where the end was beginning

And somewhere a Caesar wept

While I buttered my ...

Skinny jeans

Water bottles full of vodka

Playing frisbee in the park

Buying weed off some random kid

Cans and cans of Peace teas

Safeways Chinese food

Wearing Tom’s

Drawing on each other

Driving around, blasting music

Boxes and boxes of hair dye in almost every shade

Sitting around in the mall with hardly any money

Skateboards and group sing- a-longs on the concrete

Smoking in the parkin...

The House.

Across the world,

But remembered

Like it’s just down the street.

Turn a corner near the school

And it’ll be there,

Waiting patiently

For us to return home.

But really it’s hundreds

Of thousands of miles away

In another country

My mother country

Waiting patiently

For us to return home.

The quaint kitchen,

Two kids seated at the barstools

As mama and Asher cooked

Zoe always taste-test...

Sat on the grass with trees on top,

Look straight ahead,

Feel the wind takes you to your memory.

Who are you,

Where you come from,

What are you doing,

Why you are here…

Realize the present is come from the past,

What you do now is the cause of your future.

Work hard so you can live happily!...

A narrow lane with cobblestone,

Where twilight whispers linger,

The echoes of a childhood roam,

Through time, they brush my fingers.

The old oak tree with branches wide,

A castle in our dreams,

Its ancient roots, a place to hide,

Where laughter flows in streams.

The scent of rain on dusty streets,

A fragrance sweet, profound,

Where every step my memory greets,

With whispers all around.

The cott...

Leaving your door open

Stealing your snacks

“Borrowing” your clothes

Slapping your back

Racing to the front

Calling you names

Saying I hate you

Every stupid game

This is how I love you

I would kill for you sis’

But you can’t borrow my shirt

My friend and nemesis

After all you’re my sister

You warm my heart

And boil my blood

I hate you Cora

But you’re also my love...