Dear Walt Whitman,

Thank you for taking me away this week.

[I celebrate myself, and sing myself]
By Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back awhile sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

I appreciate the the escape and am glad we are friends now.
Love,
Jordan

"The sign says Stu West, but my heart says jail"

This weekend was:

• Duty.
• Bodily Fluids in the stairwell (nasty).
• Travis time (nice guy).
• Alexander (Cowboy, boyfriend)
• My foray into matchmaking (Lauren and Abe).
• Excellent.
• "Let me lend a machete to your intellectual thicket" (great line).
• Long
• Challenging.
• A visit from my Mumsy (I am loved).
• Quesadilla (vegetarian).
• Underage drinkers.

~

The RA job is getting harder as my duties don’t mesh well with the expectations I have for myself as a student.

Friends make it easier.

Attitudes make it harder.

The basic necessities of life are starting to become a hindrance that I don’t have time for (eating, sleeping, breathing).

But I’m really starting to love it. “It” being where I’m at and what I’m doing.

I’m learning something new every day and I feel like I’m being prepared for future challenges.

I can’t wait for real life, but for now, this is a decent substitute.

Aspen's Grizzly

Do it.

Personify.

“Read. Read Read. And then Write. “

Chew it up and spit out metaphorically.

"I want to hear a poem where ideas kiss similes so deeply that
metaphors get jealous,

Where the subject matters so much that adjectives start
holdin' pronoun rallies at city hall.”

I want to hear a story..

…with two bickering languages, only one of which I speak.