What is your career plan?
While I do not pretend to know the plan, I know the organizational structure…#Partnership, or bust.
I and Atlas
Recreate
Play away livelong day
Summon life to midnight
Atlas and I
Conqueror and Consecrated
And I
And Atlas
Plymouth, our rock
Shoulder together
A boundless road
What are your favorite emojis?
My favorite emojis symbolize grit✅, light⚡️, commitment💞, and care👏🏻👏🏻.
Here
And, how the day demands
Me
Steadies my feet and hands
Light
It will not leave me sleep
Walk
Prove what night cannot keep
Hold
All that God’s plan entails
Life!
Complex and happy trails
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
We all have secret skills — for some of us, they’re born of adversity. I secretly grab and even steal moments of time, call them out, and showcase them, that no one forgets how important those moments were.
No such thing, I say,
A sunset
A half-heart
A wrong place
A right time
These are mere constructs of mankind
Somewhere, there’s with us,
A new day
A dream afire
A precision
A god-wink
All omnipresent…don’t you think?
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
These days, when I sense my own negative feelings rising up, I am thankful that I long ago began building a habit that has made me quicker to take agency of those feelings than I was in years past — I own them instead of deflecting them, so I can process and disburse them.
I’ve been the pilot
Of many a flight of thought
Bound for no-man’s land
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Will I, Earth, Mother…remember this toil upon my terrain, once it’s crumbled
Once fallen?
Will the welling up in our main artery…a bisected, panic-stricken, slow-motion pain
Calm, then?
Will I, will we…now with only light again — separated from darkness
Become stars?
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
As someone who looks around and finds more questions than answers, my favorite thing to cook is the status quo…the pot that I’m all-too-content to stir.
As if from Eden
Essences of truth remained
Thus, I hearkened back
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
>Where< I’ve felt loved, is in my sinew, and that’s because I’ve >always< felt loved — even before I was conceived.
These days, though, my sinew also hurts….
It hurts in my sinew
My sinew, I say!
The nightmare of night
That has dampened each day
Our terror-filled teens
Our men thrown elsewhere
Our women, wild-eyed
Our babies…none care
The response of my cells
Serves to insulate me
Indignant indifference
Where went my empathy?
I think that I know
When will I know I don’t?
If I stay echo-chambered
Then the fact is, I won’t
When God has equipped
When Jesus has taught
When the Spirit has led
We cannot fail to walk
How do I cleanse it
That place I don’t touch
That place, too, is mine
I must treat it as such
As light pulled from dark
By our Maker’s hand
When we act as we pray
We join Him where He stands
I shan’t become numb
To the crimes that I see
Today, against “them”
And tomorrow…me
Original Thought Credit: Genesis 1:4 “God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.”
What colleges have you attended?
Having enjoyed college and grad school, as a mid-westerner, this is the time of year I instead need to recollect Spring Break.
Were I to die there
In my head
I know I’d rise there
Featherbed
White sand and sunshine
Surround me
Fine days and warm nights
By the sea
Steal away the only way
Is what to do
Muscle car and sixth gear
The dream comes true
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
I once co-organized a sports team and our colors were iridescent — shifting from rosé to blue. Our mascot was a mystery.
“What time is it?” I dared not ask — for, the shadow was skulking in fit
“How much will this cost?” the shadow’d demand — never once seeing all that I’d lost
Across the horizons of vintage floorboards, the Sun still shines, happily
Time over there and Loss over here, each our own cheerleader, sadly
Yesteryear, but still palpably here
Where do we put all of it — whether resigned…or, with determined grit?
Will it be what we wear, until joy feels threadbare
Place it, do we, on some high shelf — that we could walk forth
Fooling ourselves?
Yes, yesteryear, you have the heart’s ear
Yet, you cannot own time — nor our feet, or life’s rhythm and rhyme
Not the movement or music
Not the questions and answers
No more stealing away and distorting our stories, is grief
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