tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life

tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life

hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak

setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today


social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.

to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.
working from home ends
now i must say bye to pup
reality bites

arriving today:
my kids who text me daily
my kids, yes, my kids

did she read my words?
did she see what i just wrote?
alas, i’m tired

i want to see them
just as he does, biking there
in the midst of lunch

seeing their faces,
having a conversation
without this damn screen
Monday is cactus
trying to create flowers
in the desert sun

possibilities
rest in moments we strive for,
moments we drive for

September travel?
we can learn geology
and visit arches


we can buy peaches
from the orchards where they’re grown
relishing their juice

yet COVID follows
with at-capacity parks,
a shut-down ghost town


my motto follows:
be prepared. pack sushi, fruit.
drive towards the sunset.



find the world’s curves
where the sky clears away smoke
and we can just. breathe.

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


a cake that collapsed,
a zucchini casserole
without zucchini

