On the fifteenth at ten or whenever it was when the candles burned bright because the electric had gone and our eyes shone like clusters of small glassy beads,Father sits and reads us a story,
War torn like the pages in the crusty old book but we took it as law and swore that we'd never fight,
vowed to do what was right
and the candles still burn in the wreck of the night.

My words hang on a lemon tree, bitter and sweet, but swinging free.
A crust of pie, sat in a dish, tempting all to try.
Egg white and sugar, sickly sweet all fluffed up with air.
A combination of sharpness, a ****, just a little icky, but veritably sticky.
Shove them  in the oven, watch them puffing up, with peaks all glowing brown.
(C) LIVVI

I am homesick,
But not for home.
There are places I have never been
And yet, I miss them terribly.
There’s a whole world that
I’ve never seen, but
My soul screams to experience and
I think that’s my cue.

One day, my feet will touch
Red sand and
Black beaches and
Mountain tops.
I will absorb oceans and hurricanes
And build myself so strong that
you can find the universe in my eyes.

Maybe then, I will
Find you.

One day, a long time ago
my father sat me upon his lap
and told me a story.
"A story of our people,
the first people",
he had said,
"Before man came to this world
we flew with the birds,
we slept beside the bears,
we sung along with the wolves,
we mourned our dead
with the whales,

and then man came,
arising from the shadows like demons,

they plundered,
fires raged, they killed,
brought disease,

so we left.

The trees no longer wink as you walk by,
they stand, tall and proud,
silent as a stone.
You cannot shake hands with a dog,
or a bear, they've become wary,
untrusting.


Man now sing alone,
they mourn alone,
they eat alone,
they've forgotten how to fly.

They write stories of us, little one,
some true, some myth.
They yearn for something beyond what they've got,
what they've caused.

but we can never go back,
they have enclosed themselves inside walls
of rock, leaving imagination for
the children."
And with that, my father shook his head,
smiling sadly.