Shut Your Ego

all you need to know:

we legally have this kid

(it’s not your business)

Sweeter than Baked Goods

most don’t write for me

it must be a blue moon day

and i am so blessed

Cracked

sometimes darkness wins

in the midst of a school day

until we find light

replaceable glass

that shatters understanding

as we question all

Day 24

my son shares his home

with diagonal slices

of sweet plátanos

Sunday Reflections

the pic of the day:

shattered shards of icy glass

in a parking lot?

a partner ski date

with never-gets-old peak views

and perfect powder?

or my son’s bracelet

two weeks into this new life

we’re building from scratch?

it’s my dilemma:

choosing the best words, pictures

to capture this life

What I Heard Today

“Hiking? In the forest? No. Only to look for firewood to cook our food. Not for fun.”

“Yes, I’ve ‘visited’ Mexico. I was there for two months waiting for the coyote.”

“In a room the size of this kitchen there were forty of us. They gave us blankets just like that [pointing to tinfoil]. And when they had to wake someone up to deport them, they woke all of us. And they came in every fifteen minutes to wake someone.”

“Hermano, mira. Hay una lavandería aquí en la casa.”

“My 23-year-old brother wanted to come, but he can’t run fast enough.”

“He can’t run fast enough?”

“To get on the train. I saw so many… broken legs, arms. Even a body with its legs completely amputated. You have to be able to run.”

“I crossed the Rio Grande on a raft.”

“I’ve never seen a dishwasher. We had to wash our clothes and dishes by hand.”

“Eggs, beans, and rice for lunch and dinner. Coffee for breakfast.”

“My cousin bought me the plane ticket, the phone, everything. And the detention center had all of his information, so when I arrived at the airport, the police were waiting for him.”

“$250 here for strep antibiotics? In my country it’s free. Being sick here is a luxury I guess.”

I guess it is.

Beyond

our preparations

for this moment of our lives

go beyond torrejas

beyond this sweet sauce,

this Christmas stocking for you,

beyond this moment

our preparations

go beyond twenty-two years

when we were babies

when we were in love

as only the young can be

and he promised me

what promise, you ask?

to open our home with love

when it is needed

Pennies on the Pound

was this small reward

worth 200 work hours?

yes, yes, yes, fuck yes.

Learning to Love

the small sentences

of my Newcomer student

make teaching worthwhile

Bleed Purple

first Newcomer year

brings the joy of teaching back

at career’s midpoint