trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.

trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.

snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:

in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.

a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect

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

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

a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)

another failed day
ends with a quiet snow walk
(just let those flakes fall)

motherhood snippets:
a brilliant purple houseplant
captured in glory

molé for the win?
another failed recipe
to exhaust my soul

oh, but the chocolate
hidden behind the bright beads
of sesame seeds

her anxiety
so present, prescient, painful
and i cannot win