Road Trip 2026, Day Six

rainy morning walk

in this lushly green forest

boggy, soggy moss

an afternoon soak

in these hot springs mountains

to stave off the chill

on the best drive home

we saw a family of sheep

we saw views going blue

quick grocery run

reorganizing our camp

dawn: ready to roll

Road Trip 2026, Day Five

glacial views between

gorgeous mountains, green-blue lakes,

two national parks

Canada has it

whatever weather or view

you’d like to drink on

Road Trip 2026, Day Four

hiking to high tea

(a different version of high)

altitude wins sips

perfect alpine lakes

to start and finish the day

as we drink in views

glacially made mirrors

waterfall motivation

for the long walk down

Road Trip 2026, Day Three

a glass reflection

to start Canada travels

cold, bright, beautiful

Banff captures the crowds

who come to see Lake Louise

with its glacial blue

pup’s living the life

that most dogs only dream of

lake dips and air licks

Road Trip 2026, Day Two

sighting a grizzly

second day of forty-two:

not bad for this drive

but the paddle board?

early morning peace moment

to make Montana

views look like postcards

a photo could never catch

how perfect, Glacier

Road Trip 2026, Day One

ten thousand miles

begins before the sunrise

red, ready for us

two and a half states

bring us mountains, skies, and lakes

blue, gold, crimson calm

life isn’t parking—

adapting to site unseen

from a computer

but look at this lake

and this brown-eyed, sleepy pup

Montana, my heart

Road Trip 2026, Day One

ten thousand miles

begins before the sunrise

red, ready for us

two and a half states

bring us mountains, skies, and lakes

blue, gold, crimson calm

life isn’t parking—

adapting to site unseen

from a computer

bug look at this lake

and this brown-eyed, sleepy pup

Montana, my heart

That Moment

when you send a text

for her awakening breath

yet she may not wake

So Perfect at Twenty

with a small sprinkle

I think only of you, Babes

who would never spill

Burn Journal

I’m sorry I don’t ski moguls

or that the dogs weren’t enough

or that your hope for her

is greater than your exit

I’m sorry that my girl won’t be there

hands upon hands, in clay, spinning

the last bit of this stupid dream I had

that we were friends

and that I didn’t hear it from you

and that I had to agree with

the professional video

and not my heart

and that I’ll love you

more than you will ever know

even if I can’t see your face

peeking your perfect smile in my doorway

I’m sorry it is what it is

and I can’t put back

or glue with raku fire

the friendship I thought we had.