Master in Ceremonies

MOH money, MOH problems. What, what.
 
So sorry to the people who await my (usually) weekly writings. When I say I’ve been busy, part of me thinks you wouldn’t actually believe me. But last week I acted as Maid of Honor to my very close friend, Kendelyn, and yesterday, well, I’ll let you figure out from the photo below.


An on-the-spot poem written just for me (because my friends are cooler than your friends):

Well, damn.
You’ve gone and made us all look bad now, haven’t you?
I don’t know how anyone could beat that.
I’m not sure I want to try.

However, it is OK.
I don’t have to try and beat that.

I’m so much better at being average.

So, while you are writing award-winning articles about dictators,
Or getting that exclusive with the next Picasso, Warhol, or Da Vinci,
I’ll be at home, painting or playing my guitar.
Maybe I’ll take some pictures,
Maybe I’ll build a bookcase to keep those paintings, pictures and CDs.

Just remember that everyone you’ve met still thinks you are awesome,
And even if you have to work for TMZ, we all love you.

from J.d. Hillier

Now-Master of Arts in Publishing, Emerson College

An on-the-spot poem about graduating
by Yours Truly (a very fine person, indeed!)

Finally, a little freedom
to sink my toes in mud or beach;
to travel places, rest in each
and feel a little bit less weary.

When I hear the fated query
at the end of winded speech,
“Are you ready for the world?”
This they ask with face so cheery.

While my vision, so-long bleary
is much clearer in its reach:
“No longer learn, but maybe teach.”
I will live a life less dreary.

Finally, a little freedom
like a young boy in a peach,
with the universe at reach,
I feel a little bit less weary.

And if you haven’t read it yet, my piece Pub and Marriage: A Noir Short Story in Publishing Terms was published in (on?) Inspired Mag earlier this month.