dense drifting fog
clearing the way
nothingness

three little ones
giggling
lustrous spring

pulling on a weed
          roots snapping
clean soil

only yesterday
did i feel her hug
hugging myself at her grave

graveyard
he visits
leaves flowers

family dinner
stomach just might pop
one . . . more . . . bite

the darkest night
a knife is drawn—
she closes her book

mistletoe hangs
my first kiss
thanks grandma

Mother's blessing
clear path to her heart
cHess

i live alone
but wake up
a voice!

let’s play a game.
here’s the catch
      you always win

eyes heavy
heads down
we weep

stranger
who is he
            Dad

rose petals
        rolled up
smoke in the air

rushy morning
must flat iron my hair
bald spot

summer day
hose bucket car
rain    of course

the lowest place
I make my home
preparing a climb

grocery cart on the asphalt
rolls
banana dent

power out
all of us gather together
for ghost stories

fight after fight
she still finds
comfort in the pain

the game goes on
team uniform
soaked

a neighbor's dog barks
       creaking of a gate opening
               problem solving

i hug students goodbye
      as they leave
their only safe haven

summer breeze
creating waves with my hands
out the window