I done goofed. I missed a week. Funny how things workout.
It was midterm, though, hopefully that’s justifiable.
I’m handling school well though. Got myself a puppy (chihuahua/pit bull mix—weird, right?). Working on a bunch of poetry and a couple short stories right now. Slow chugging against the constant current of a full course load at university. I’ll post a couple poems here in a second.
As I’ve mentioned, I am a veteran. I go to school off of the GI Bill, which covers up to 36 months worth of school. A professor of mine recently told me I should look into a double major. Currently, I’m a creative writing major and a psychology minor, but this professor, the same one pushing me to apply for graduate programs, believes that, to maximize the use of my GI Bill, I should pursue a double major.
I crunched the numbers today and realized I need 118 credits total to finish both degrees and the university’s general ed requirements. Roughly that equates to 18 credits per term for 6 terms and a 7th term with about 10 credits (2 years and 1 term worth of quarters). I have already been in school for 2 terms and amassed 75 credits through military training and my work at the university. So, basically, in 3 years I’ll be able to finish a BS and a BFA… let’s do it.
Anyway, here’s some poetry while I continue working on my damn short stories.
Forest of Fire:
River of life, run through me
Unhindered, teach me to breathe
Dear river, I feel it.
to find a field to fester in
Forgiven, never forgotten
For, given the freedom, families fall apart
And friendships ferment,
In foil frozen.
Forest of fire give life freely
Because it is I that stands at the end
I alone and soon I’ll find it.
A place to hang my hat and my skin
For I saved my money, but it won’t save me
Sleeping with serpents,
Sacrificing suffrage for sustenance,
Suffering in similar pitches but softer sounds
Suffering sweetly to save face.
An Edible & A Microdose of LSD:
Lend me your ear! Or at least give me a hand. I don’t have a leg of my own to stand on.
I’m more than willing to speak about things in public but god forbid I have to partake in public speaking.
You’d think as my metaphorical ship sinks that I’d try to find land. Nope. Here I go, down with it. I am the captain now.
And you haven’t lived until you’ve sat through class or work stoned from an edible AND on a microdose of LSD.
And a banana hammock is just a relaxed monkey.
Reactions To Steve Running Naked Through Town:
People staring, jaws agape, eyes bulging. Kids pointing, laughing, hiding. Animals cower, shake, howl. Twins with matching facial expressions. Lizards scurry back under cold rocks. Elvis left the building. Ricky ticky tocked out of sight. And Steve ran naked through town.