Relocating – No Real Balance

To a Bullshit-Detector

You know bullshit. Of course, any observer could guess this from your recline in the desk, like Jimi Hendrix on a sofa at an intimate house party (your lidded gaze and smirk suggest similar indulgences). Your beauty has no effort–wild hair, untamed brows, a bit of extra hip weight. No effort to your uniform ofContinue reading “To a Bullshit-Detector”

To my graduating seniors and my colleagues retiring

Congratulations! I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye to any of you. I moved, in the middle of a global pandemic. I’ve thought about you a lot lately. It’s painful being so far away. I wish I could celebrate you and witness you cross the stage. I’d give you a really big hug. ProbablyContinue reading “To my graduating seniors and my colleagues retiring”