Tagged: brother

wednesday night, you are

wednesday night, you are
hand-rolling sushi with us,
guiding us through each

ingredient, so that nothing
and maybe everything falls out
.
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the first and last time

nestled into the

nestled into the
beginning of summer, your
birthday and newly

polished memories – freedom,
days at the pool, cooling off
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: freedom

brothers and sisters

brothers and sisters
separated by borders,
blossoms against clouds
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: against

there will always be

there will always be
a small number of locks for
which you lose the keys –

it is that way with you, there
is no inclination to search
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: inclination

my six aunts and

my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.

grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.

as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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youth blinks and misses,

my dad is vacuuming

my dad is vacuuming
up the line of ants in
the kitchen, holding
back that fierce
rank and file
to save my mom,
my brother, and me –
some heroes don’t
need a city
.
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house-hunting when we

house-hunting when we
were kids, my brother
and i raced
politely through each
house, laying claim
to our bedrooms.
a year later, we
developed secret
knocks along the
wall between us
to say
are you awake?,
goodnight!
yesterday
when we returned,
knowing that we were
a knock away
from one another
was restoring, the
only requirement
for making a house
home
.
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back in those sticky

back in those sticky
summer days at the
Hellenic Center, we
soaked in the pool
for two things –
relief and culture.
there were times
when we felt we didn’t
belong, but those
were most days,
and we had each other,
leaving a proper trail
of happy wet
footprints to and
back from the showers
.
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