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Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

I fell down at work on Tuesday. Before you start taking this literally, this introspection is a giant metaphor for how my week at work went starting on Tuesday. Yes, in a sense, it is a continuation, or perhaps a direct effect, ofthe anxieties and actions I took as detailed in my previous week's introspection. However, I don't want to get too concrete. As much as I will always be somewhat of a muckraker and never deter my own candor regarding the structure of education or the mentality of administration - this is not the place or the time for it. This is about me, my flaws, my struggles, and my search for my strengths. Therefore, instead of being specific or naming names, I'm simply going to be figurative. So, bearing that in mind - I fell down at work on Tuesday. A lot of things happen when you fall. A lot of reasons could be behind why you fell. In this case, I tripped. I was already stumbling, feverish and unyielding, and a lot of people were trying to get in my wa

Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 74.0: November 22nd, 2007

Echoes by Belinda Roddie Edging towards the great crevasse I let my speeches, dialogues, And theories on my own desires Tumble down below And as I see them take brand new shapes That of a legend or a fairy tale I slowly realize that my very words Are ageless, words one’s heard before Indeed, they have been heard before.   I sit on the edge of the great abyss Watching once forgotten images Yet I cannot separate Which have not yet passed and which are memories It is difficult indeed To define dreams from reality And as horizon caresses my brow I let new words form on my tongue Yet as they fall, I find that they are merely echoing Those already said so many ages ago And I refrain from speaking long enough To let my thoughts settle, for though words May be repeated, dreams occur once And nevermore. The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 22nd, 2007.

Today's OneWord: Growing

Franklin was six feet tall and still steadily growing. His mother began to worry for him when his hands grew bigger than her head. The way his feet stretched far beyond the length of his size 13 shoes. His tongue swelling in his mouth, making it difficult for him to eat anything apart from chicken broth. She took her son to the doctor, and the doctor was white-faced.