my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it
Sludge
sons
(Im)permanence
this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
(Re)solution
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).
It’s Been a Year…
and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
Downhill for the Uphill
2020 ends
in the same way it began
(with downhill skiing)
2020 ends
nearly every way different
than a year ago
2020 brings
a balance of sorrow, joy
hidden behind masks
2020 ends
with screens controlling our lives
(searching for meaning)
2021
with its 5-syllable self
will bring us new hope
Dirty Bingo
White Elephant win
with every Bingo chiste
bringing laughter, joy
Sparkle
finally, a grin
showing nine weeks of fixed teeth
with a shine of pride
Christmas Cookies
he’s no idea
what he’s got himself into
with these crazy girls
cookies are cookies.
we will cut, bake, decorate.
’cause it’s what we do.
arms, metal, ginger:
what is a holiday scent?
molasses. that’s it.
and soft-spun sugar
ready to perfect Christmas
with gingerbread sweets.
Never Gets Old
almost all love skis
and that’s enough for today
that, and fresh powder
Lit
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?
