Through the valley Of life I found what I always wanted I found my Feet on the Ground And my Heart in My chest But what made This valley so Much more Was that I didn’t Need to breathe in Breathe in Smoke Smoke from All the Evil in My past I can breathe Easy… Read More Poem: valley (draft)
Walking through life All I can think about Is my death Because no matter What way I go I’m still going to End 6 feet under Or maybe in A fishes gut But either way I know I’m going Where everyone ends But as I walk I notice how Everyone I meet Gives off a… Read More Poem: Walking
When I hear the word WORK What does that really Means to me Work is something I do not enjoy It is something that Would kill me From the inside out Then I have family Telling me to go Find a job Do something To earn money So I can live On my own But… Read More Poem: Work
Originally posted on Corey Robin:
Like most academics, I read articles and books. Unlike most academics (maybe, I don’t really know), reading has become harder and harder for me. Not simply because of the distractions that come with department politics, administrative duties (come July 1, I’m chair of my department), advising grad students, and teaching.…
Originally posted on Dave Hannigan:
At half-time in last Friday’s game between Spain and the Netherlands, my 14 year old son Abe rose from his chair, picked a soccer ball up in the hallway and headed outside to play. Through the window, I watched him curl a shot into the giant goal that stands just…
Just writing about what’s going on right now, and to make sure I don’t confuse you later in the poem : I’m 21, and the people who I come to know as family raised me since I was 2 years old. Packing up my things Feeling as if nobody wants me Last place to go… Read More Life
I finally finished college and now I have to work. While I look for a job I’ll be posting all my work and also writing a couple of cover letters. Not only that I’ll be finishing my magazine this week. Wish me luck.
leave it to a man to make me feel better. not just any male, it was my father who cheered me up. if the stories are true about my grandfather, on his side, then my dad is just like him. sweet and caring and a family man. the glue that keep the family together. funny… Read More Leave it to dad
Why Are Honey Bees Disappearing
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