just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)

just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)

snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:

in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.

only blue today
as we hope for a future
better than our past

one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)

a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)

no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun


like leftover trees
after Christmas joy is gone
this is our country
