From the fast-paced world of journalism
to the more dead than alive contributors
of the literary one,
she was constantly changing gears,
trying to balance these 2 different animals;
the latter she could put her whole self in,
the former, she had to learn to leave herself out.
Creative writing was in her blood,
journalism was in his bones.
When she donated a pint
& he donated some marrow,
they had gone beyond just
writing about life
to giving it back.
Her office was her day job’s breakroom,
her conference room.
Lunch hour was still an hour,
With her portable phone & computer,
she freelanced her way to another byline
for this junior reporter,
was a natural high.