All-American

Homecoming bonfire
just like our favorite movie
happiness lit up

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Here to Stay

Eritrean lunch
post-war teacher offering
how blessed they make me

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youngest’s six sound bites
mad, glad, hungry, scared… favorite?
Mama’s “Für Elise”

tears backstage, waiting
for a song i can’t quite play
that’s her favorite sound?

middle school yelling
another homework battle
oldest sets standards

caught in the middle
daughter two rattles school story
steals bed time cuddles

how spicy, this meal
carried across continents
homemade, just like us

Bytes of My Day

two chances to prove
that i deserve to be here
fall, winter, fierce fear

two chances plagued twice
year before? a standard test
today? dead Internet

set up my failure
as Google Classroom crashes
tearing me to bytes

i wish she loved them
as fully as i love them
instead? i strike out

after school, i walk
to get six-day car hostage
and then i see them:

top down, sun shining
classic MG sports car grins
this October day

yes, my mechanics
can charge whatever they want
cruise streets in fixed cars

we’ll be right over
hood open, my car broken
and i’m the failure?

daughter calls: tire flat.
sun, why dost thou forsake me
shining so damn bright?

my car stays hostage
we’ll walk into tomorrow
blindsided by fall

(i’ll dream of driving
of summers off, beach tours
of all that bytes me)

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Home. Work. Life.

homework Saturday
spun through web of fall colors
parked our playground joy

old enough to ride
and catch dreams along the way
my girls growing up

last of season cones
pumpkin pie, football flavors
as the north wind blows

still sing childhood
though the oldest’s lost in books
hope i can find her

leaves sprinkle the ground
like fire light our way home
home… life Saturday

Give, and You Shall Receive

list of excuses
ribboned present presented
mail-ready, pre-sent

in the hands of god
swirling death surrounding me
don’t want to hear it

how do i work through
stress, grief, everyday mountains,
but you’re not able?

i see days through tears
gather up my girls in hugs
can’t you find your joy?

peace comes with jobs done
satisfaction of success
unwrap your conscience

The Longest Mile

just one mile walk home
to car-shop drop-off frenzy
begin evening stress

science fair project
won’t keep quiet on my mind
leaves alleviate

no avocados?
two wheels, backpacked ride to store
guacamole dreams

oldest cycles home
begins three-shower cycle
all by six-forty

spicy tacos rest
on spicy dream-home dispute
taste still in my mouth

all ’cause he worked late
foreshadowing our future:
crap hours, low pay

sacrifice my peace
for shut-in civility?
i’d rather be poor

rich are days with him
those hours in his absence?
a chronic longing

even the girls cry
as they will with no ‘good nights’
tears don’t buy us time

the two-income trap
snagging our life with more debt
all for image, greed

just one mile walk back
where refugee students wait,
offer perspective

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Meetings

wind-swept grassland hike
table-top view of city
where mountain meets home

clear creek cottonwoods
hand-crafted home brewery
where dreamers meet dreams

science fair half done
little girl pianists play
where weekend meets week

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Wheels and Deals

lunch date spin cycle
soaking up blue sky autumn
park hopping joy ride

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Citations

poorly-worded goal
provided by school district
let’s confuse students

find main idea,
three facts, underlying themes
cite text evidence

even in haiku
i clarify what they can’t
why are they in charge?

come home to harsh truths:
charter school rules, union blues
paradox, my life

my new objective:
theme that saves main idea
minus the details

(life is a challenge
of unplugged net books, low pay;
cite love to survive)

Choir Practice

with stressed frustration
my mother’s voice comes through mine
i’m a child again

only now? my girl
is the brunt of my anger
yet she bounces back

resilience through love
something i was missing then
my mom aches to fix

life’s a big regret
played out in haunted voices
singing us to sleep