an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile

hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid

but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.

an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile

hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid

but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.

a powder escape
from the harsh reality
of everyday life

powder power pulls
relentlessly through the snow
bringing us to light

not what i had planned
(before we were so broken)
yet bright, all the same

trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.

a solo ski start
best way to begin a year
powderful hope

an interesting choice
walnuts and pomegranates
between holidays



a cold, windy morn
finding our legs on the ice
that waits for winter

a night of sirens
gives way to a pink sunrise
and everyone’s well


almost all love skis
and that’s enough for today
that, and fresh powder


Almost a year ago, we invited this boy home for Christmas because he was living in a youth shelter.
We brought him downtown to see this beautiful tree.
And what a year it has been. Challenging in more ways than we ever thought imaginable, and all of us adjusting to this new life of having a brother and a son in the midst of a pandemic.
Here we are, standing under these same lights. And aren’t they still beautiful?


