a small but huge goal
to exercise every day
for a solid year

a small but huge goal
to exercise every day
for a solid year

the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa


and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening

fall aspens: golden
it’s worth the annual drive
and finding our path



always find water.
brings relief to a hot hike
or just a hot day.





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
what’s more beautiful—
this red, water-begging dawn
or my daughter’s grin?


each touched by showers
so desperate to soothe our souls
from this hellfire

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


