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?