Wandering: a poem

Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?

Jack of All/Many/Several Trades

We know ourselves, more or less. I know my height and weight and my birthday. I also know that it takes me some time to get comfortable with people, to come out of my shell. Then there are characteristics that are less concrete, less knowable. These might come up when a potential employer weirdly asks,Continue reading “Jack of All/Many/Several Trades”