Annabelle kept strange hours.

Not all things, she says, need to be ordered.

There’s something wrong with my sister, Sky.

Was his voice strange because of the telephone, or because of something else?

The real grief is not having anyone to grieve with.

A fortnight before I had met my doggy daddy I had lost my mother.

I was uncomfortable, and I could just tell that something was wrong.

You come to believe that the beast was meant to be there.

He is alone, moving like a soft fog

as if toys are born after nine months of hope

Stay for lunch.

I was also a giant purple squirrel.

And struggle she did.

"Yes. I have two kids. A boy and a girl." 

Said they were going to do it right this time, get their acts together.

The neighborhood waxwings are drunk on fermented berries.

Tiger Mum is at yoga with Buffalo Mum.

It was the can opener. Adhered to the ceiling.

A soldier sits with feet dangling astride the cannon barrel.