Writing

"Having a career isn't all that there is in life."

You think I don't know that?

I know it isn't.

But I also know

That this is my ticket into the real world

And I'm not going to blow it

For silly parties

With each unpreDictable swivel of our fingertips,

a familiar, sacred slab of tree Is destroyed.

The Earthy aroma drifts through our veins,

My anger sits just below my sixth rib.

Nestled next to my heart, 

the rage has easy access to my bloodstream.

My anger utilizes that location well.

It spreads like a lit match dropped in kerosene.

Home is

trying not to smudge 

our still-sticky nail polish

on the carpet

as we sit

cross-crossed

on the floor

spilling secrets

& memories

our speech sliding

i dreamed of the windmills again - 

four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains, 

whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas, 

To live in the moment 

is to really see 

to really feel the world around you 

to live in the moment is to capture the glow of a camper's hair in the sunlight