a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
Holding On
a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
truth
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
Recipe for Loss
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
Quarantine Scenario #437
hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)
i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days
No Photo for This
images compared:
teaching online, in person
in the same classroom
Kamala for the Win
here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.
Blue Morning
invading our walk
this kitty thinks she’s a dog
(Trump’s America)
but we’ll win it back
as i splash blue on two screens
for my kids to watch
Just Three Words
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
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