Update: relief and guilt

As some of you know, I have been working at three jobs (one full-time, two part-time) since I began my new, full-time job back in early May. One of my two part-time jobs is my work for my rabbi, whom I've been working for since 2010; the other part-time job is for my former full-time… Continue reading Update: relief and guilt

All work, or: No play

Poetry Partners #118 A poem by Murisopsis of 'A Different Perspective' Laying down lies Lying down lanes Climbing the ladder Being a pain Practicing patience Patiently pacing Working on papers Checking the spacing Writing reminders Reminded of rights Weekly pay stubs Staying up nights Hurrying hours Ours arenโ€™t a plus Docked for tardies Vacationโ€™s a… Continue reading All work, or: No play

Blank stare, or: Unmade choices

A piece of Tanka Prose supine form in bed motionless, but for deep breaths eyelids flutter rapidly unmade choices lived again blank stare up at white ceiling I donโ€™t take care of myself very well. My sleep schedule is ridiculously inconsistent; some nights I only sleep three hours; other nights, I may sleep for ten.… Continue reading Blank stare, or: Unmade choices

Steel sky, or: Desert summers

A piece of Tanka Prose stoic behind wheel multiple backseat drivers steel sky glints at dawn desert summer sears highways air conditioning cools heads This week, both yesterday and tomorrow, I am on site visits for work; and I am the designated driver. Yesterday's site visits were wonderful. It's inspirational to see some of the… Continue reading Steel sky, or: Desert summers

Under control, or: Under advisement

My 1st Constanza This is not a poem as such... I'm writing these lines off the cuff and tipsy off the stronger stuff. I simply can't be bothered much when my head is heavy and tired... when I'm so bloody uninspired... As my fingers firm table clutch, I realize I might collapse; my concentration's long… Continue reading Under control, or: Under advisement

You quit when the gorilla is tired…

Life is one long process of getting tired.-Samuel Butler (1835 โ€“ 1902) I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.-Thomas Carlyle (1795 โ€“ 1881) The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.-Mia Hamm (b. 1972) I'm an artist.… Continue reading You quit when the gorilla is tired…

Eventually, or: Thank goodness!

A Chลka Gymboree playdates; small girls... ack! That is to say, medium-sized girls playing, exhausting themselves on climbing walls, slides, trampolines, bungee towers, huge air mattresses, forts of enormous cushions, ball pits, balloon rooms, mini-soccer fields, dark rooms, swings, long balance beams, multiple levels, and then pizza followed by ice cream are actually enough to… Continue reading Eventually, or: Thank goodness!