20 (NaPoWriMo 2020– Gifts for a Poor Teacher)

They have given me their words: some as standalone sentiments folded into greeting cards; some as scribbles scratched onto convenient slips of paper. They have given me sweetness: things once baked, later consumed. things once bought, now used, but all with their attached words, spoken or written, lingering like surrogate shadows, following me. They have … Continue reading

14 (NaPoWriMo 2020– Zoom)

When five-year olds video-conference, computer screens become toy boxes halfway filled with little heads, and full mouths of missing tooth smiles, that fill any remaining space with laughter and mentions of boogers and cartoon one liners and fart noises and blurs appearing to be glitches which are really seats left temporarily empty because none of … Continue reading

12 (NaPoWriMo 2020– A Triolet: Morning)

We cherish this morning quiet, before our whirlwind awakens, and begins his happy riot. We cherish this morning quiet, and consume it without diet. In our room, before he breaks in, we cherish this morning quiet— before our whirlwind awakens.