A little fragment from each person that I have worked with.

Very brief reflection on the youth that steal and try to be older than they are.

A chronicle of my early morning shifts at Walgreens. My struggle to wake and finding someone in my parking spot. All the angst of everyday life. ;

One of the many poems that I wrote at my job, Walgreens.

older piece, but I still like it--however it's not "knock you socks off" quality, but such are small poems, they lack the advantage of momentum *mehmehmeh* Out a rocket

She is waiting for you to leave...

Just a short poem.

Written after reading the diary of a girl attending a Victorian boarding school. My library is a wonderful place.

Another poem about career potential.

Short poem about one of my passions.

Dedicated to all those who died for their country...

The reality of working?

big fish stories

April 11, thelitkid. Yep, I'm still going on about it.

April 10, thelitkid. Yes, we actually have to get work done! No, it's not all fun and games! Come on, people. Honestly.

John got fired. prose poetry.

For those cast out from society... and those in society to ask themselves...why?

Wrote from working so hard every day.

The results of working in a shoe store.

It's about a job I might like to have for a career one day.

It's short, but I trust that it says what it needs to say.

April 4, thelitkid. Written, in fact, backstage of said mess.

My poet's anthem. Look out for references to Gertrude Stein's Tender Buttons.

Fantasy piece about how Jean Paul Sartre came to piece together existentialism.

Understanding the path I've chosen is the one less traveled.