FIGS COMMUNICATIONS

My ideas were ridiculous, but whatever I suggested was what we did.
I was older, cleverer, and more daring
than my two sisters.

The noise level seemed deafening.
"Mooooooooom," Patty screamed from the top of the stairs in her squeaky voice. "The dog chunked!" The voice traveled through the walls and into each kitchen appliance where it was regurgitated (pun intended) all at once.
I must say, I'm impressed at the way the mother was handling all of this.

The first time he heard the band play,
he wanted to join in the march.
He knew he could visit anytime
and walk the grounds that beckoned
his small feet to celebrate the tradition
that never graduates.

Notes bounce off strings,
powered by electric shocks.
Magically, the air coming from
delicate flutes floats to the sky,
brushing the clouds while
low and heavy tunes blast
from the brass section,
flowing like molasses, thick and slow.

Let me tell you a story,
a bittersweet recollection:
my dear friend had a dream— to do what he loved—
and found it’s not that easy.

This it the place to be free.
Abandon the umbrella that restricts your hands;
balance yourself as you hopscotch across
rocks that separate you from placid water.
Feel the smooth, cool stones painted with mud;
don’t be ashamed of your soiled palms.

Around 2006 Bobby’s clothes are everywhere—
he can't get the dresser drawer to go in and stay level.
Around 1995 Emily trips on her blanket,
splitting her forehead open on the coffee table.
The doctors have to strap her down to stitch her up.
Sarah is born the same year.

Glancing up from the dance bar, I spotted a stage director struggling to shout over the jingling feathered hats that surrounded him.
"Five minutes 'til show time! That's FIVE minutes!"
Pushing through the mob, he held his clipboard above his head as if he were wading across a river. As he emerged from the dancers, he attempted to spit a red feather from his lips. I kept an eye on him as he tried to answer his walkie-talkie and dodge the unicycles simultaneously. I let out a hiccup of a laugh as the man hopped away from the incoming traffic.

You’re on the edge, wavering on a thought:
“Should I be loving her, forced to pretend?”
Dismembered, in shambles, at your wits’ end.

"I know you're against this mission, but there's really nothing you or I can do," Chester said to Mr. T. "I have orders from the Mouse King."

On August 23, the Beltsville and Baltimore facilities held a mock interview workshop for students from Civic Works of Baltimore, MD.

On October 13, employees from the Chicago Emulsion Plant participated in the American Cancer Society’s 7th Annual Making Strides Against Breast Cancer® South Suburban Walk.