I’m All Business Up In Here I feel it’s high time to progressively seize visionary forces, to intrinsically procrastinate emerging schemas, and to credibly build next-generation action items. You know you must collaboratively fashion ethical technology and assertively repurpose transparent human capital if this is to be an energistically unleashed end-to-end infrastructure. Don’t give meContinue reading “#326: I’m All Business Up In Here”
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#325: Idea for a Poem
I have an idea for a poem that I haven’t yet written. This is not that poem. This is the poem about the poem I would like to write. I’d call it a preemptive poem because it takes the place of the poem I’d like to write and the poem I’d like to write remainsContinue reading “#325: Idea for a Poem”
#324: If In 30 Lines
If I understand you correctly. If pigs fly and monkeys land on their tails about as often as they land on their heads and write the words of Shakespeare. If Shakespeare turns out to be a group of monkeys. If Jesus was just some wise guy, not a three-stooges wiseguy, but a man who exceededContinue reading “#324: If In 30 Lines”
#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question
I’ve got no business on the moon. Looking for me once, somebody said, a famous poet, find me here, find me there, something about dirt and grass. I can get behind that. Who was it who said time waits for no man? Or time heals the wounds? Or, time is on my side, yes, itContinue reading “#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question”
#315: On the Penultimate Day of April, the English Teacher in his Penultimate Year Writes a Long Rambling Poem Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Burst of Productivity in the Months Before She Died
I’m not going anywhere, but (having lost now both mom and dad) I notice thoughts about mortality enter the noggin with more frequency these days. I’m reading, or rather, listening to Life Reimagined, where Barbara Bradley Hagerty argues essentially that there is really no such thing as a mid-life crisis for most mid-lifers. Much of thatContinue reading “#315: On the Penultimate Day of April, the English Teacher in his Penultimate Year Writes a Long Rambling Poem Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Burst of Productivity in the Months Before She Died”
#314: To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern Wherever You Are City, State, Zip Code Hello to Whom, I think this may concern you. I’ve been thinking about you, lately more than usual, I guess, ever since the weather turned. There’s been a disturbance. It’s been too long. That thing people say on postcards: I wish you wereContinue reading “#314: To Whom It May Concern”
#312: Senses Working Overtime
Unseasonably warm on this 26th of April, 86° in the shade, giving new meaning to “the cruelest month” moniker, and I’m biking home from work, still in work clothes, feeling myself try to crawl out of them, the sun beating down on my back as I pedal home. It’s a short ride, but long enough.Continue reading “#312: Senses Working Overtime”
#310: An Elegy for the Essay in English
I read his essay out loud the way it appeared on the page. In about five hundred words the student used two paragraphs, and, beyond a single period at the end of the first paragraph, used no commas, no semi-colons or colons, no dashes, no quotation marks, and no more periods, not even at theContinue reading “#310: An Elegy for the Essay in English”
#309: My Morrissey is Getting Better
All day I had Morrissey’s voice in my head after 5 albums worth of The Queen is Dead, the original album and eight sides of bonus and the lyrics to the song “I Know It’s Over” percolating and reverberating everywhere and again; it was almost too much to bear. I walked up and down hallwaysContinue reading “#309: My Morrissey is Getting Better”
#308: An Attempted Explanation
As soon as I decided not to go shopping for music the second day in a row, my car horn alarm went off and I couldn’t get it to stop. I sat there in the car, parked, engine running, horn blasting, poking and pushing every conceivable control surface, even the ones I knew wouldn’t work,Continue reading “#308: An Attempted Explanation”
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