Daily Archives: June 24, 2023

Nothing in this post is about poetry.

Just putting this out there.

I’m a really good training and development professional.

I’ve designed, developed, and delivered literally hundreds of interpersonal skills courses to audiences from the C-suite to line staff in industrial, corporate, governmental, and non-profit settings. I have extensive experience as a platform trainer in person and have done similar programs virtually for longer than just the pandemic era. (I don’t develop eLearning myself, but I know and have worked with folks who do.)

I can work with you and your organization to adjust my content for your needs, or we can develop something from the ground up.

I don’t believe in gimmicks, buzzwords, and slogans of the moment. I believe in doing the right thing and keeping things simple, real, and ethically sound.

I never talk about this stuff, but I need work, and I think I’ve shortchanged myself in not making that part of my career more public.

There are people on here who can testify to my skill level; I won’t put them on the spot, but feel free, folks. (In some cases they are bound by corporate policies to not say anything about my performance. No pressure.)

Anyway, if this is interesting to you, or if you think I might be able to help you with an issue? Hit me up and we can talk.

I’ll also entertain questions here in public if it makes sense.

30+ years of experience is available for your use. I’d love to talk to you.

Thanks.


Grilled Cheese Epiphany

An old man passes by
in the supermarket
with his mouth open
neither smile nor frown
breathing not that hard
but hard enough to notice

Right behind him
a child follows her young father
adoring him and asking
for grilled cheese when they get home

He tells her he’ll do it
They’ll do it the right way
where he puts the butter on the bread
and puts it in the oven
It takes longer but
it’s the best

She says Daddy I know that
Everyone knows that 

The little girl is serious
Her dad is just too busy 
to acknowledge 
That old man’s oblivious
All I have to add
is my unnoticed smile
as I remember I’m going to die someday
and toss bread and cheese into my cart
It’s not going to happen
before I find out
if the dad and his daughter
are telling the truth
Don’t want to end up
like that old man
never having a chance 
to be part of everyone 
before that happens


Squirrel

It doesn’t question
its own existence,
so far as we know. 
Beyond that 
it seems to be
devoid of concern
for its own meaning.
It is simple
in the best way
possible. Could I learn 
a thing or two here?
I don’t know if I could.
I’d have to sort
out and toss so much
head fluff,
then learn
base skills like
how to eat more
intensely, to climb
without fear of falling;
to spring away
from danger
when needed
in self-preservation. 
I don’t know if I could,
or should. A question 
for a Saturday morning
during a respite, a lull
in a storm.