teaching, traveling, taking pictures
To Whom It Possibly Perchance May Concern: I hate writing cover letters—not the writing part, the unspoken part, the oynx elephant in the room part, the part that we don’t talk directly about like my unfulfilling relationship that slowly killed me because we got together way too young and we were staying together for the… Continue reading Cover Letter of Quiet Desperation
What are your hopes and dreams for the future? She says that I sound like one of her treatment counselors....
Initially, I was just looking for a writing genre for my experimentation. Then my investigation quickly morphed into a personal project to write a poetry sequence. I don't know why. Maybe pent up creative energy.
I have learned to read the morning sunlight like the moods of a lover.
When my folks decided to call it quits, two ballots cast, I didn’t get a vote.
I must trust and wait for the virus to ultimately end.
Denial is everywhere....
Three weeks to US election. Ugh, politics. Hate arguing politics. Hate discussing politics, even with people I agree with. Possible seismic political shift. I hope a tectonic plate rises in the air and breaks the country in half and one chunk falls into the ocean. The survivors can then gather at the fault line and… Continue reading Friday, October 16 @ 12:47pm
Summer break back in US George Floyd’s recent death Wisconsin re-opening from Coronavirus
Go bravelyaround the world like a bird that charts its own migratory path, sailing on undiscovered winds,roosting on its whims Be wary of the worldWorry about dropletsthat take flight on breath— migrating from you to me, him to her, them to usStay in your nest! Confront injustice:stand by those being attackedBirds of a feathermust fight the predatorsthat wish to consume weak… Continue reading Two Birds and One Palinode
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