A black and white picture of 20th street in Joplin, Missouri.

I came to Missouri to write poetry after 20 years

It wasn't my first choice to be a software engineer. I wanted to be something else. Something more romantic. Something that had to be earned. Something that other people told you was true about yourself.
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Drawings of white circles with black outlines that looks like a crude emoji of a heart, a smile, or a thumbs up.

I hate the Internet, the way it pretends to be your friend

The older I get, the more I realize that back in college, when I was trying to figure out what to do for a career, I let my insurmountable fear of being poor get the better of me. Code starts to die the moment you write it. I should have been (should be?) a poet.
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