A meadow in Rocky Mountain National Park

Over the place where Long’s Peak and its slightly less imposing companions stand in lofty isolation and invite the summer tourist to their cool retreats, the waves of an open sea once rolled and its tide as ebbed and flowed, unhindered by rock or shoal.” (NPS.gov)

Meadows swim: yellow, periwinkle, and green

framing curlicues of snaking streams

washed down from the mineraled mountain

I touch an icy, bubbling flow and salts eroded from ancient glacial slabs

coat my finger connecting me to those upswept ocean floors

The sea is now the sky, tides of air directing the clouds like swells

reflections wafting through the horseshoe streams

bringing clouds back to earth

Mirrors interrupted rhythmically by waving grasses until

it all feels

like an ancient weaving

like time turned over

like I have always walked here


#8 Nonet for Babka

Babka prances, carrying a box

proud to have captured cardboard prey

the evisceration brief

loud ripping and chewing

so satisfying

yet so simple

and bloodless



Birthing some poems amongst chaos

Hi everyone! I am a high school English teacher in Colorado. I teach 10th and 11th grade and also creative writing and I am the literary magazine coach. This is my first half marathon. I am really excited, but also a little worried because everything is going a little wrong at my house. My computer died this weekend and our busted fridge is limping along and because of Covid it is taking way too long to get a new one. Plus my dog has to have physical therapy after hip surgery, so I suspect I will be writing a lot of poems on my phone instead of on an extra computer that we have. But I’m going to hold my chin up and give it a go because I survived teaching in a pandemic, so I figure I can handle this. Tune in to see if I pull it off!