Almost a Meal

garden donations:

(nice to have gardening friends

who offer seeds, plants)

Remotely Burned

endless tabs open

Google Meets tries to cheer us

but we’re stuck on screens

Making It Work

remote learning sucks

except with a cat or mat

how we love our home

Ode to Toaster Oven

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

My Poor Boy

condolences trap:

how could i possibly give

when i don’t get it?

Trapped (Not Trapped)

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)

Friday Night Lights (x2)

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

Put It in Anything!

zucchini again

hidden in pesto pasta,

garden tomatoes

Your Garden Daily

zucchini tonight:

soon to be my life story–

sweet stuffing, hard shell

Burned

ten minutes of rain

won’t wash away the fires

in mountains, in souls