Poems

Poem

Tippi can't stand clowns.
Dragon is terrified of cockroaches
and Mom of mice.
Dad pretends to be fearless,
though I've seen him flinch when the mail arrives
seen him hide

Poem

The building is white,
ivy eating its way up the broken walls,
windows small
and scratched.

Poem

She is not here.
Not beside me in bed
nor in the room
at all.

It has happened

Poem

This is my story.
It is mine alone because I am the one who needs
to tell it.
I am the one who is still here,
no longer stage right but

Poem

I am on the bathroom floor
screeching,
Tippi shaking me back into the world.