The Shape Of Things
The Shape Of Things
The shape of things isn't always
What it seems, on the surface
A thin veneer, obscuring
That what appears as form
Is but normalised belief
A superfice
Morning breaks
Morning breaks,
The dewy landscape damp
Woodland floor nondescript
Against the dank debris
Of last year’s beech leaves
Strewn across now-muddied ground
Sun takes its first steps
Peering o’er the hills
No Snow Poetry
No snow poetry
I have nothing, I’m afraid
Beyond the white peace
The clockwork bird takes flight
O’er half the world, the dreamer flies
Above middle towns and country places
Liquid grace, never too close to the sun
But through once-sullen clouds, suddenly parted
Drawing electrical storms into his
What Elmer taught me about work-life balance
What Elmer taught me about work-life balance
The year will have been 1998. I know this because in 1999 I became an analyst, having excitedly tapped an email in response to a job