walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope



walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope



no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games

some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument



a small taste of truth
in every word of their songs
(i can watch from here)

tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life

fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.


hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak

setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today


social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.

to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.
wrong in every way
and a crusty cookie bite
just saved by ice cream


working from home ends
now i must say bye to pup
reality bites

on this dreary day
plagued by plagues, wildfires
votes matter so much

