paddle-boarding salt
first time the three of us
(includes SUP)


shopping in the sun
on this quirky “spit” boardwalk
summer in Homer


time is running out
before i am alone here
soaking up smiles

paddle-boarding salt
first time the three of us
(includes SUP)


shopping in the sun
on this quirky “spit” boardwalk
summer in Homer


time is running out
before i am alone here
soaking up smiles

ten thousand stone steps
slippery at dawn, at noon
as mist never stops


ten thousand reasons
to be afraid of this hike,
yet we keep trekking


ten thousand peak views
all in different shades of light
just like our marriage




ten thousand questions
when we married at twenty
look how far we’ve come


a touch of snowfall
brings beauty to commuting
and calms my heartache

my name in Dari
made for me by my student
language: such a gift

the sound of leaf breeze
is impossible to miss
from the top? perfect



there’s just nothing like
five giddy little-teen girls
breathing us all in



our poor Daddy
outnumbered seven to one
without one complaint

so like her black cat
always calling for her needs
hoping we’ll listen

my Homecoming queens
who will never win titles
will still win with me

and what have they learned?
just how to love everyone
from all walks of life


it’s a public street
they can’t tell us we can’t park
in an unmarked zone
rich white people suck
all the joy from their mansions
and spit it elsewhere
yet, we shall obey
for we’re mere public servants
who just can’t get home
how can one measure
twenty-five minutes a day
taken from our lives?
simple math, of course:
the same numbers measure how
we teach our students
it’s a public street
and we park on our soap box
with no microphone
a weak pea harvest
(summer slips through soft moments
between camping; school)


yet the girls giggled
as they shucked their peas from pods
(no longer my peas)

summer’s soft moments
so fleetingly green and fresh
each year grown harder
the most perfect park
the most perfect afternoon
marred by words, actions

my innocent girl
who only wanted this day
not a broken mom

but it's just a blur
one day bleeds into the next
watered with defeat