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

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


cutting up pavers
to fit in every crack
now we wait for spring



