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Fear & Killing the Muse

“My whole anxiety is for myself as a performer. Am I any good? That’s

what I’d like to know and all I need to know.” 876 more words

Snow: Two Different Ways

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By  Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though; 135 more words

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After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three… 259 more words

Poetry - Seasons


Writer’s Block?

As junior professionals we reminded each other that our report was going to cost the client $1,000 a page. That was a lot of money in those days. 42 more words


Emotional Intelligence and Leadership

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out that it was ourselves.”

The Gift Outright. The Poetry of Robert Frost. 854 more words

Sunrise Soliloquy

** taken with my iPhone, September 2013

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour. 22 more words


Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I do not know.
It’s where the local doggers go;
They do not mind me stopping here. 86 more words

Robert Frost