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...

The lights turn off

The door is closed

Silence fills the air

A slow slide against the wall

The comforting hold of my knees to my chest

At last

I am alone

with….

my thoughts

my feelings

myself

My head is tilt back against the wall

Silence through and through

Safe from the world

Safe from myself

Eyes open

An exhaled breath

A look in the mirror

...

She felt like home.

But not in the baking cookies, hugs from your family type home.

She was home in the way that she felt like late night breakdowns, crying silently in your bedroom after your parents fought.

She was home in the way she felt like the disappointing looks from your mother after you come home with bad grades.

She was home in the way I wanted nothing to do with her.

Like home in ...

Watching home videos makes me feel

Hopeless

Lost

Terrified

I’m watching the faces on the old video camera

Seeing some faces that are no longer with us

Seeing my own face before I grew up

Before we _all _grew_ _up_ _

The bowling alley birthdays

The petting zoos

The pool parties

It all feels so far away

As my eyes are following along with the different tapes I’m noticing how much we’ve...