I hear this song all of the time. My high school biology teacher called me Holly Jolly. Or maybe it was Jolly Holly. I wish that I had a more romantic choice but I can’t remember the song.
It’s a little darker than the other poems. I wrote it after a summer of working on washing machines. Laundry as Death Somewhere, someone needs 99 washing machines built by stone-faced women with tattoos the size of their sadness. Four days ago, a container of toxic detergent spilled on Roberta’s skin. Four hours ago, ZanaContinue reading “Take a Chance Monday: More poetry”
What puts more pressure on you: time constraints or achieving perfection? Time. I feel pressure from not having enough time. When I’m at work, there’s hardly any time to get all of the residents showered,and ready for breakfast. Somehow my co-workers and I get everything done. It’s hardly ever perfect but we’re okay with imperfection.Continue reading “Time or Perfection: NaBloPoMo”
Favorite Song . . . I couldn’t choose one. So I picked my three favorite songs.
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“Wish You Were Here”
I don’t have an iPod. The first song alphabetically in my media player is “Adorn” by Miguel.