It's said that silver lines the passing clouds, But science says this isn't really so- The water molecules proceed to crowd Resulting in abundant rain or snow. And yet the cloud has come to represent Encompassing depression should one fail, Which is its own particular torment, And sometimes feels like being hit by hail. The … Continue reading April 7: Platinum Lining

Who doesn't dream of cutting to the chase; Of getting to the callback sans audition, Or being the sole runner in a race, Or acting first, then getting your permission. Such loveliness as being interviewed For a position that's already yours, Is pleasant to enjoy, though it is shrewd To not take it for granted; … Continue reading April 6: Undeserving

Even though I wince descending stairs As muscles burn from lactic copiousness Inspiring numerous creative swears That moderate discomfort does express, And both my big toenails have gone the hue Of Concord grapes: impacted, cracked, and sad, So walking in a thick, restrictive shoe Is really, really, really, really bad, And yet, despite the minor … Continue reading April 4: OW.

Some compliments are lovely to receive; Especially when softening critique, But other times it's silly to believe That some praise isn't nastiness oblique. If someone says, “Don't take this the wrong way,” You can be sure that way is what they meant. “I do not mean to insult,” won't allay The rudeness and will foster … Continue reading April 2: Backhand Spin

Ascending into chilly alpine air, Beneath the lift line, I could barely see Through blowing snow, a purple object there: A glove half-buried underneath a tree. Its palm was facing upwards, fingers flexed, As if in search of that unlucky hand Whose owner was indubitably vexed, To force bare flesh the winter to withstand. Until … Continue reading March 31: In Memory of a Lost Glove