On Artists
Young titans Stretching, reaching Demanding breakthrough. Never satisfied, Chafing at human bonds. Searching to fulfill one desire: Expression of Their ultimate art, And sharing of innermost dreams.
Writings
The Punishment of Evil Lives
The river Styx is mighty, life or death on either side, The current’s strong, the journey long, the destination bleak, The punishment of evil lives the boarders must abide They shall not find in any kind the respite they do seek The Frenchman, Jew, the Englishman, the unassuming Greek, Will meet the fate their deeds
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Death by Bureaucracy
(A Found Poem) Dear Applicant: Please provide the requested information so this office can make a Medicaid eligibility determination for the above claimant currently confined to a skilled nursing home facility. If the requested information is not received within twenty (20) days, the claimant’s Medicaid eligibility will be denied or… Terminated.
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BSCS: An Essential Element of American Science
On October 4, 1957, the Soviet Union successfully launched the first satellite into space, named “Sputnik.” The 22.8 inch diameter steel sphere weighed 183.9 pounds and was engineered to be seen by the naked eye up to 175 miles in the sky. Its 21 day radio emitted signal reminded Americans of the failed attempts to
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Welcome to the No-Slacking Zone, Education Majors
When my students hear that I love teaching, sometimes the education majors loudly proclaim their intent to become a teacher. I love it when they label themselves right on the first day. Those who choose to become educators will benefit from an added incentive to succeed—my extra-detailed scrutiny of their work, and their work ethic.
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Requiem for a Soldier
I fought my battles I did my time, I did it well Bitter memories of the hell I lived. Broken dreams and broken men Are all behind me now Many miles I walked alone To stand on one last hill. Now I see the desert, my journey’s end. Add one bloody green jacket, All I
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