I listen to NPR. This morning on the Writer’s Almanac, I heard this poem:
Poem: “Words That Make My Stomach Plummet” by Mira McEwan, from Ecstatic. © Allbook Books, 2007. Reprinted with permission.
Words That Make My Stomach Plummet
Committee Meeting. Burden of Proof.
The Simple Truth. Trying To Be Nice.
Honestly. I Could Have Died. I Almost Cried.
It’s Only a Cold Sore.
It’s My Night. Trust Me. Dead Serious.
I Have Everything All Under Control.
I’m Famous For My Honesty.
I’m Simply Beside Myself. We’re On The Same Page.
Let’s Not Reinvent The Wheel.
For The Time Being. There Is That.
I’m Not Just Saying That.
I Just Couldn’t Help Myself. I Mean It.
The formatting is off. I’m sorry about that. But I thought the idea of it was genius. Mainly because I have been compiling my own list of words/phrases that annoy the shit out of me. Here’s my start of my own “Words That Make My Stomach Plummet” (but not in a good or exciting way):
Accountability
Teachable Moment
FYI
Well-written
Learning outcomes
