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Poetry is Dead? Again?
Poetry is dead. So? Yet another has spokenAn epitaph, leaving us to pick up the brokenHearts and forgotten thoughts of the living dead,Who scrabble for words after the scar has bled.As for me poetry haunts me almost constantly,Messaged words then phrases that incessantly,Resist my head persist in my heart as if beyondMe as if other…
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Why would you ever…
That is be paid and then played as a technical writer.Because the normal rules of project management and good manners simply do not apply as best addressed by the following three points… Magic Most people think we create documents by weaving gossamer out of nothing. We’re magicians. Which means many managers, stakeholder and subject matter…
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How the World Will (not) End
Woke at midnight to chopper beats Flying above, about, around, Backgrounded by rain in sheets, a wildly churning roaring sound. Outside now we saw the flow, The river has become the street. All humanity in retreat. Shelter in place—for all we know. Close the door, we’re safe for now; TV just home-shopping shows. And while…
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forever strong
The next time again I was proven wrong I didn’t flinch or retaliate I wouldn’t bend I’d determined myself this time I’d be strong So began the long hope without any end. Those times I was always pushed away I crouched down, and folded a fended arm Ask her why, again she had nothing to…