Hmm … I see I might be repeating myself.
Eight hours of jam pack thrills, by which I mean,
work. Work against residents’ destructive
urges. Against obscene drama, obscene
conditions. The State waits, servile, passive,
never addressing Administrators
who cut costs by having nurse aides work “short;”
who fire at will any malcontents. Slurs
aside; for each mishap, lack […]
Only five days left of National Whomp Up Poetry Book contest! How are your poetry series going? Do you find it easy to write a poem a day for a month?
Some posts I write need a little background information. Not everything I do as a nurse aide is clear. There are […]
I was going to write a normal blurb about how Sam, Bob, Rue and I are going to perform this Sunday to promote our book, 4 Against the Wall … but I just found out Ruelaine fell earlier this week and fractured her femur/ femora in her leg. Poor Ruelaine!
So this is going to […]
These sonnets are little things, true, but they are the evidence I leave behind of how I am. What is happening in my world. Perhaps that is evidence enough that I have had a busy day? Perhaps I take my sonnets too freely, for granted no less? Perhaps.
The worse time is […]
In this poem, which is step away from the more direct Nurse Aide Sonnets I have been working on, I picked a slang term for our tradition, “old skool,” something about as common from the Hip-Hop lexicon as you can get. I wanted an almost cliched phrase, something anyone who has not rendered themselves […]