My Cardboard Balcony

With the end of the school year, I find myself thrown once again into the chaotic whirlwinds that is "What now?" While I do have a summer teaching gig, it is for less than a month, leaving me with enormous chunks of time where I am unemployed. Therefore, it's back to job hunting - a journey I never like retaking, but it is still a necessity in my current predicament. I will admit that I enjoy my part-time teaching job currently - but my situation is not enough for me to have my apartment, drive my own car, or pay my own bills and groceries. Seriously. You know how many bills I'm going to have to pay off? Freaking technology... (grumble) cellphones...(grumble) wireless internet... What I look forward to the most, despite all the messiness of my career path, is seeing my résumé flourish. No longer am I simply the college student who had a few brief temporary gigs at the school district office or the local retail store. I am legitimately a working citizen of my count

Held By The Horns by Belinda Roddie On the bridge before I paid the toll I came across a man with the head of a bull Who held out a skin of wine to me, Asking, “M’dear, would you take this kindly? For only if you drink, my curse shall be Uplifted.” The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since October 19th, 2007.

The convict had confounded us with his cryptic commentary before, and with a crusty upper lip caked with courageous calm, he coughed out another call for chains to be cut from his criss-crossed calves. "Can't you see I'm changing into a cadaver?" he carefully cried.