Because of my inability to focus on one thing....

I decided to blog again. I have found the surefire cure of my writer's block, take up a non-writing project. As a general rule I can never be completely happy with my current state. I haven't decided if it is due to my decisive wandering mind or the need to have some sort of equilibrium, like taking math and science courses while perusing a writing degree. Currently I am getting a paralegal degree, as an average salary of 30,000-40,000 a year v. a few subscriptions or issue of literary magazines sounds nice, yes I am a sell out, sort of. I do plan on Wallace Stevens-ing it (name drop!) and writing poems during the glamorous law career. So besides food and shelter I like to think a good chunk of my future paralegal pay will go to contest/reading fees, conferences, and work-shops.**justification end**

However, while my entire focus should be on the mighty law, I find myself daydreaming about Nano, short stories and poetry. So much that instead of working on my case brief on Rowe v. Maryland (a nice giggle the court references a prior case Crooks v. State) I am blogging about creative writing.

Here is the start of a new poem or poems, as it is very much in the air if there are two separate poems (okay that took a crazy amount of time to type up due to typos since I have Brandy you're a fine girl stuck in my head...holy stream of consciousness writing Batman...told you I had trouble focusing...)


My mother never left the homeland
new Filipino islands formed
wherever her tiny, but not delicate, feet landed
in the soft American soil.
We shaped this American west
with our bent backs
and built the manifest destiny.
Kicked out when the white Okies
moved out to the California west.
Our short stature no longer needed,
a stature that kept us low to the ground
in fields of artichokes.
Kicked out not only of the jobs we held, and did well,
but of the United States’ holding.