Your Obstacle Just do it climb the mountain put your shoe on, one pantsleg at a time. You know there is fog, but that you will blow through it. Don’t fear the heights, you already learned how to ignore if those trees give you trouble turn away from their bark, build a fire with their [...]
Posts Tagged ‘work’
Scarlet Butter
Posted in poetry, tagged conclusions, coping, emotion, emotions, employment, endings, facing fears, fear, fear of the future, free verse, future, growing up, internship, internships, job, jobless, joining the work force, life, living, meaningful living, new beginnings, poetry, the future, transitions, unemployment, work, writing on August 20, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Jurisdiction I want to talk about endings those awkward things everyone hopes will never come. we like to think that everything we do everyone is immortal that there is no end to our shopping list, our hours in the night that the week is infinite so when we come to the door to the stop [...]
An Instance of Fruit
Posted in poetry, tagged disgust, evil, evil incarnate, fax machine, faxes, I hate these bloody machines, loathing, nectarines, office, office equipment, office junk, office space, poetry, pure evil, rhymes, rhyming, rhyming couplets, technology, the devil, work, workplace frustration on August 16, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Corporate Failure I do not care for fax machines I would rather eat rotten nectarines When it says press “enter” I say why? And with a click and a honk the machine starts to die. There are some things that are meant to be. All except technology and me. Love, Muse A.N.: I do not [...]
Taught You Everything You Know
Posted in poetry, tagged body image, coping, creativity, daily life, destiny, dreams, emotion, fear of the future, free verse, future, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, memory, personality, philosophy, poetry, solitude, the future, work, writing on August 14, 2010 | 1 Comment »
The Rules I am so unsure of everything I know inside my skin outside in the air I have no clue pictures look like strangers reflections like ghosts that have haunted me since childhood when, at times, I stood in front of the mirror, eyes unfocused trying to picture who I would resemble when older [...]
In a Boat
Posted in poetry, tagged career, career choice, career choices, childhood, coping, creativity, daily life, emotion, free verse, growing up, identity, kitchen sink, life, life experience, marbles, meaningful living, memory, missed opportunities, outdoors, philosophy, poetry, solitude, spiralbound notebooks, the future, work on July 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Everlasting Green something in me trembles as I stand over the precipice of the sink and look into the drain at pencils, marbles of this millenia, spirals of notebook bounds with nostalgia, bliss of young 18 year old confused me when I go to where the trees beckon and file this year I fear I [...]
New Cheese
Posted in poetry, tagged coping, creativity, daily life, einstein, emotion, florence nightingale, free verse, health care, helpers, helping professions, hospital, identity, interning, interns, internship, life, life experience, meaningful living, missed opportunities, mother theresa, poetry, strangers, the future, work, writing on April 20, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
A Caring Profession no more words I quit no longer saying the right thing the stranger who says excuse me fix my child that’s it. you do it you solve their problems. file it all lock it up to be checked out by someone else’s savior because I’m done with being your solve-the-trick einstein florence [...]
Any Direction
Posted in poetry, tagged emotion, free verse, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, philosophy, poetry, solitude, value, work, writing on October 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The True Calling what does it mean to be a fixer a healer a helper in my own words what does it say that the ways I fix are unknown and magic in the beat of a drum that is daily a song that falls from my lips because I put it there with a [...]
Like Poo
Posted in poetry, tagged buses, city, coffee, commuting, daily life, life, litter, metro, morning, poetry, public transit, routine, solitude, subway, trains, work on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Every the stench not quite masked by coffee, crumbles of leftover muffin and barely-there perfume is what sifts in and out of my waking walk between the droplets and over half rotten, slimy leaves tucked deep into the burnt-orange scarf I, the covert agent notingthe running sneaker against crisp pin stripes thick tights with a [...]
Let Me In, It’s Cold
Posted in poetry, tagged coping, emotion, free verse, life experience, philosophy, poetry, solitude, work, writing on October 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
An Education it’s the shaky edge of my too-full throat flush of red on my sleepy cheeks the over-education of an un-plunged mind beautiful burden of a wrinkled coat and the smell of a stuffed subway on every morning of other people’s lives. those strangers who make my eyes plus the trying words that I [...]
Unstable Ocean
Posted in Creative Writing, tagged city, dreams, free verse, identity, life, neighborhood, philosophy, solitude, work, writing on September 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Have you ever stood in the middle of something, where you could barely see the sky? Like, if you craned your head all the way back, you could maybe see the glimmer of one star and the outline of half the moon? Well the city looms like trees. Black and silver, like the kind of [...]
