Channel 7

I work in the WHDH building

that broadcasts the news to

television in households across

the region.

Screens in the lobby greet

me each morning with stories

of molestation, violence, death,

sports and politics.

Each morning I take a moment

to absorb such visceral information

before excreting it through

various methods of expression.

There is no true knowledge

or understanding gained from

exposure to such commonplace stories.

In fact, the process seems

to both tire and desensitize

simultaneously.

This:

the glory of 9

to 5.

Portland, ME (First Time)

An indescribable feeling of bliss,

satisfaction, calm and acceptance:

the moment

is where my heart is.

This room (on planet Earth)

is a stationary ship. I

am a mere passenger.

The coast of Maine crashes

into me as waves

and icebergs.

“A mild summer” is how

a stranger put it and

I believe the intended

meaning was “comfortable.”

Am I ever that far

from the center of myself?