Meg, I get. It’s your name. But Unlimited?
After being a paid journalist for 25 years, it won’t surprise many that I’m still hooked and remain deeply respectful and critical of the imperfect craft I practiced. And fascinated by the titanic forces of change driving both intentional and unintentional shaping and re-shaping of the craft.
Being a poet for even longer, there will be poems. Most of those having nothing to do with journalism, but with, in Emily Dickinson’s words, “the Culprit, —life!”
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit,—Life!
There are no limits to the paths that words can take and create. We are, each of us, unlimited.