I have 513 friends. I regularly share personal moments and epistolary updates with all of them. But how well do they know me? Just because we are Facebook friends, does that mean we really know each other? Are they even listening?
In honor of National Poetry Month, I thought I’d share an old poem I wrote back in college called “the city that sleeps with the fishes.” I wrote it in fixed verse form like a sestina but with my own special touch. The poem has so much personality, and it still is one of my favorites. It was published in Shoofly Literary Magazine at Kutztown University.
Sometimes the world spins a little too fast.
Slow it down.
Anyone who’s been to Paris knows one day is nowhere near enough time to experience the City of Lights. With so many sights, smells and croissants to eat, it’s hard imagine even a week would suffice, let alone 24 hours. Nevertheless, my friends and I managed to squeeze a lot into our one day in Paris. Here’s what we managed to accomplish in our one day in Paris:
While it may seem silly to some, I briefly struggled with deciding to become Facebook friends with one of my clients. What if I said something wrong? What if a friend posted an unflattering photo of me? How comfortable would I be if he saw all the photos I share of my family members?
At the end of last year I wrote about the things I aspired to do in 2013. Rather than mark them as formal resolutions, I concluded my list would be more like a manifesto, or mission statement, for my life. My hope was to repeat these intentions year after year, and hopefully a few of them rub off on the people around me.