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
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)

zucchini again
hidden in pesto pasta,
garden tomatoes


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


a cake that collapsed,
a zucchini casserole
without zucchini


if only these were clouds
not fucking with my haiku syllable count
but actually pouring down rain instead of smoke
if only we didn’t have cactus along the Front Range
to remind us of
how harshly we’ve parched this Earth
how we’ve stolen the sky with fires
how these are not clouds trying to hide
the ever-present sun



water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath

