April’s not so bad (a poem)

Bonus round—because I have heard three or four references to ‘April is the cruellest month’ in the last 22 hours. Not being familiar with the work of T. S. Eliot (even though I of course know the name), I had to look it up to find out where it came from. That’s really beside the point, though, [...]

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Claustrophobia (a poem)

Bonus round—because I need to justify my relative lack of activity today. I had valid reasons, but just the same… I know I’m not dying but goddamn, this hurts I just came to talk but it’s so hot in here and no breath is deep enough Collapse or flee— which makes more sense? It’s not [...]

Dear Potential Employer, Boss Man or Lady, Middle-Management Arbiter of Fate (a poem)

Ah, job hunting… Work is not an ‘extreme sport’ or a spotlit microphone on a stage flanked by Marshall stacks There are no superstars here Work is not a place to be passionate about things undeserving of passion— in some quarters, that’s called ‘stalking’ ‘Do you enjoy what you do?’ ‘Work hard, play hard’ is [...]

Both the earth and the atmosphere have layers (a poem)

Ay, what a long, long, long day—I almost skipped writing altogether… Long silences don’t punctuate the day so much as they do send it screaming between the spaces Conversations scratch and skip over the surface dissonance bleeds into every pore The unrelenting march becomes a stampede but the immovable object adamantly refuses all entreaties Water [...]