was what we did weekly on sundays. my parents quite bored in a sitting room full of obligations and furniture, memories solid as oak trees, and smoke curling patterns like knots in cut oak. I remember my grandfather, god in his reclining armchair. reading a book and ignoring my mother, watching me march to the kitchen with my serious face. laughing at me, telling me that we were both mighty. that neither would ever die of anything.
DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019).