dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?

the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step

dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?

the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step

work interrupted
my man carving the turkey
so my boy stepped in

my girls made the pies
and set the grateful table
(we made this loss work)


just the six of us
celebrating our health
in a health-hell year

the day starts with tests
to secure her friends’ safety
in this COVID year
negative is good
whoever thought it’d be good
to be negative?

and so, she smiles
and we blow up the balloons
(losing one to wind)

and the four friends come
and she’s happy for just a day
of this lonely life

Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of

every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words
these fleeting moments
shared with a stencil of love
between my daughters

working for love
(sometimes it doesn’t pay back)
but we always try





some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument



sunset petroglyph
lighting up our last night here
with teens who smile




possibilities
rest in moments we strive for,
moments we drive for

September travel?
we can learn geology
and visit arches


we can buy peaches
from the orchards where they’re grown
relishing their juice

yet COVID follows
with at-capacity parks,
a shut-down ghost town


my motto follows:
be prepared. pack sushi, fruit.
drive towards the sunset.



find the world’s curves
where the sky clears away smoke
and we can just. breathe.
