Each month, write a new collection.
in confidence:What no one knows about how to avoid people at a conferenceDon’t duck — scan.Before you even enter the space look through Windows into lounge areas and common rooms — who’s comingUp or down the escalator who is up there on theTier above you or — even better — who’s belowGabbing or self-promoting or probably both?Now let your gaze roam. Look for distinguishing features:Glasses, the hat of the balding documentarian or poet,Large jewelry that shines under fluorescents, unusual hairDye jobs, including post-punk hues, then braids or updos. Now Look for movements: the hulking Walk, the arm fling, the jerk of the head. And then if you’re closeEnough the bray of laughter but at that point you might be too closeSo back away, put your face into your program, sitBreathe and think invisibly.
That's great! Okay, I get this COMPLETELY. I've done it. I live it. I love this!
Nice, I have a poem called "the art of invisibility"
Insider Information. I meticulously write out care plansThis objective, these materials, this timeMy writing is smallMy paper a scrapThen Into my pocket these goThe black hole whose hunger feeds wellOn my litany of listsAnd my old brain’s memory too.The schedule always moves quickHello my friend, how is your dayI’m excited for such and such we plannedas unprepared panic rises.I feel for the scrap in my pocket Its my gum wrapperNow I will fail.Then I look at the body before me.The silence that she bringsHow he favors his armHer babble on grandchildrenHis love of carpentryHer skill of Philipino cuisineThe fear under his eyes.And with no whisper of delayWith a knowing that never failsI rocket the plan into nuclear spaceLaugh at my oh, so prepared selfNaked’s just fineHere’s suggestion by me Response from the otherA shaping erupts A playful planIt’s a trip to Mars today.
This is great Jeanne. I really think that this is going to be the focus of your work.You're going to need to do a bunch of these like this.
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I love this. The art of drafting
Nice T-shirt Mr. B
What No 1 Knows About SkippingNo one knows that skipping is meant only for me.For me and those who skip with me.Particularly those who I enjoy skipping with me or who I would like to skip with me.This excludes those who skip with me when I dont want them to be skipping with me.Or those who daydream of skipping with me but shouldnt. Since I am very reasonable, if someone doesnt want to skip with me but I want to skip with them, then we wont out if respect for his or her personal boundries.
Good poem! Well done!
Dear diary, I just got off the plane from Bentonville. Work sent me to the share holders meeting this year. Three days of free food, tours and concerts. I know, it was awful! I have to give a presentation tomorrow when I get back to the store. Now that I'm in charge of the sustainability project, I have to fill everyone in on the recycling changes. Apparently, our store was selected for solar panels. Which is awesome, because it's going to cut our grid usage by 50%. All of the stores in sunny states are going to get them. They also told us we are going to begin recycling more than just cardboard. We're going to start compressing our plastic, metal, even Styrofoam, into bales. Stores will now recycle 99% of their waste!Oh! And, we got to see the unveiling of new Wal-Mart trucks. The company is taking the used fryer oil from all of the service deli's in the Supercenters and having it converted to fuel. The engines actually run on refined cooking oil... wow! But, what I thought was really crazy, was the new line of recycled mulch. They take the used tires from the Tire Lube & Express, sterilize them, shred them, then bag it up and sell it in the garden center. I wonder how many people will unwittingly buy back their old flat tires and spread them in their flowerbeds? Ha!