Candied

always the baker
coming up with concoctions
to sweeten our lives

Now, English?

just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)

Puzzlegate

snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.

Biked

a small redemption

when the pieces fit in place

so rarely perfect

Black Tuesday

a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.

My Mythili

one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)

Holding On

a soft Saturday 
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm

Sludge

my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

(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