Dishwasher
Late, and the babies upstairs sleeping. Quiet but for this watery heart throbbing. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN
Patio Door
Put your shoulder to the ponderous weight of things behind glass. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN
Clothesline
The sunny ripple of bedsheets and small clothes. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN
Spruce Fire in a Wood Stove
We are reading poetry, you and I, and I am learning by rote the topography of your neck. My fingers memorizing your hidden rivulets and beautiful bones. Time stops but for the falling of snow, the muttering of the fire, the urgency of birds. Text on the button
Frothing Milk
Sun on skin, we lizard in this clearing, two cups of coffee and an orange between us. It’s something I read once, that love is sharing an orange, and so we do, popping the sections into our mouths, into the dark places between words. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN