Greg McVerry

 In the
duplicity
  that exists in
me
 lives an
epiphany kissing
   me
 to deny a
 duality who
    must do without
  on stolen lips
    words 
drip truth
  only a maker
can meet on mouths
  of borrowed 
     tongues
#smallpoems
  

text of nearly every day
rips hidden webs tucked away.
Dusks of 
  forgotten days
gossamermore of
 rotted fur
blurs 
curses in twisted verses
  as strands,
 trapped in hair and
   hands
 chase an architect
leaf on balanced strands.
  Relentless artist
  stuck this morning

We are but
     a piece 
 of glass
    born
 brittle in our 
   sun while
  we make our
    galaxy for stars
  not yet born 
  a sea of small energy
   back to the one
  sounds so lost
they must get heard.
#smallpoems

   Rivers who
open on the
mouith of me
send
 sounds
  drawn on lakes
   seaping in,
in a source….
     Waves
 pushed by
       smells of
 stolen memories
 floating on an
    antithesis to
    all
      I
         see
  

I found our fleeting poem bleeding relevance in tenses of seeping foam as truth rinses in keeping fences of stolen stances meeting our own

I  danced
    amongst
colors
     screaming on
photons once
    ensconsed.

I had a poem in my
  pocket
  but now I lost
   it
     and small
  meanings
    dangle
    in torn
pockets
  whose
    cotton fibers
 lick
     live
         sockets

A poet
makes a
mark down
town in 
spaces of 
 pre history who
 escape the plain
 text of reality
 #smallpoems
 

On broken
lips wo
float on
sunken ships
a detritis 
arises
    pushing
 stern
 pressures
  on the bows
 of our
    souls
 #smallpoems
 

We pray with pencils.
Catherderals
    of needles
    weaving
     feeble
 meanings
 in paragees
  of realities
  stitched in
  bright applique
  of dark truths
  hidden at apogee.
  A reference frame
  of embroidery to
  bolster and
     cushion
        nimble
     stitches held
     in tipped
     thimbles
        of
   metric tensor

#smallpoems
Starving for oxygen
  waiting on rain
rippling on rhytmns
lost in my name
in sounds bouncing in
drumming of the sun,
beats of  yesterdays 
collapse
into
tomrrow's haze

Better than coffee

job alert: front end designer: accessibility remediations based on WCAG/ 1099 3 month of FTE hours, crazy pay, Ember preferred but unexpected. React or Vue.js ok US Citizen requirement but in the HigherEd space, not working in government space

I swear if he didn’t have a bucket o’ chick from the Col on the head be known as one of the top guitarist of all time/ www.youtube.com/watch Just that good

La morte è niente. Solo solamente passato dall’altra: è come fossi nascosto nella stanza accanto.

Catch you soon Zio. Thanks for teaching me when it comes to cooking you only need salt, pepper, olive oil.

Every time.

Life works that way.

Each of us is chosen There’s a mission just for you Just look inside You’ll be surprised What you can do

A long but rewarding East Haddam Litlle League Board of Directors meeting. Getting excited for the season. Thank you to all the volunteers making this happen.

I am hanging at @UConnTechComm as a start up who has gotten @uconn grants now my company has reshaped #teacherevaluation #cybersecuirty and #cmmc market reviewtalentfeedbcak.com

Monday Design Studio: hack section #edu106 class. We just kicked off the learn something module.

Students gotta go learn something. That’s their subjective. They then need to reflect that is both my and the way life works requirment.

Gonna talk about hacking expectations

Balance is equinox Cool winds Shadows into light Sun stops time Time stops sun Light into shadows Winds cool Equinox is balance

Happy Spring and International Poetry #smallpoems

Screenshot of just some of the mozfest Discord channels. You will see groups of games, tech, art, etc. Web is culture not tech. #mozfest

A screenshot reminder on how to improve your search results in the #education space: -teacherspayteachers -pinterest

Spent the first day of spring breaking out the knives and finally getting back to the chess set.

“Capitalism forgets that life is social. And the kingdom of brotherhood is found neither in the thesis of communism nor the antithesis of capitalism, but in a higher synthesis.”

Marin Luther King –Speech to Southern Christian Leadership Conference Atlanta, Georgia, August 16, 1967.

“Life is expressed in a threefold way: through thoughts, desires, and actions. Rightly guide all three forms of expression and they will lead you to a higher state of consciousness.”

-Paramahansa Yogananda