garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)

garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)

endless tabs open
Google Meets tries to cheer us
but we’re stuck on screens

remote learning sucks
except with a cat or mat
how we love our home


why yes, i bake things
(zucchini things in summer)
feels like Hell’s Kitchen

my oven burned me
burned us all with its heat spread
well, not anymore

that’s right, baby:
a 9×13 glass dish,
two 8-inch cake pans

this Breville will hold
a 12-inch cast iron pan
without burning us

worth every penny
(it’s not even Christmas yet)
boy am i ready
condolences trap:
how could i possibly give
when i don’t get it?
sometimes i think: Hell.
twenty days of solid heat.
(Denver in summer)

and then i recall
our glorious altitude
and misty mornings

i will swim for views
only captured here at home
(Denver forever)

what’s more beautiful—
this red, water-begging dawn
or my daughter’s grin?


each touched by showers
so desperate to soothe our souls
from this hellfire

zucchini again
hidden in pesto pasta,
garden tomatoes


zucchini tonight:
soon to be my life story–
sweet stuffing, hard shell


ten minutes of rain
won’t wash away the fires
in mountains, in souls