It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

I have not really update much lately. Mainly because my days here in Bellingham have fallen into one of two patterns; get up go to work, come home and apply for a new job or get up and apply for new jobs all day. Nothing much to write about there other than my frustration at the fact that I have been in this town for six months and am still struggling to make ends meet because the best jobs I can find are very part time where I make Washington state minimum wage of 8.55 even though I have a degree and years of work experience.

This daily ritual leaves little time for the enjoyment of life because at every waking moment I am stressed out at the back of my mind wondering how on earth am I going to make things work. I guess the easy answer is beg my family for money once again. That has happen three times in the six months. Awesome.

I try not to think about it too much because it just stresses me further, but then again when all I do in my free time is job hunt it is pretty hard not to think about it. I think I’ve read one book in the past four months. That is very uncharacteristic of me, I’ve also only wrote maybe 10 pages in same time frame.

My only hope in hinged on college students going home for first spring break and then summer brake in order for me to get some type of job that can actually pull me through the rest of the time that I will be spending in Bellingham.

Link to Memories

They say that scent is

strongest link to your memories.

They are right, it is.

I saw the green collar browned from

mud made from dirt, sweat, and rain,

in her Louis Vuitton purse.

It smelled like him.

It smelled like a concentrated dose

of his musky wet doggy smell.

            “We could cut it in half,”

                                                She offers

                                                            “That way we’ll each have half”

                                                                                                                No, keep it with the box

                                                                                                                where you keep him now.

                                                                                                                leave it there so at least,

his scent will linger for a while still.

Where Safety is Found

In doggy laughter

there is a secret between

my smile and his large

doggy grin.

I’m not going to tell

anyone about the mischief

we found ourselves

in and neither is he.

His silence comes

cheap and from a box

all it takes is a bone

or two.

Then our pact is sealed

there is safety to be

be found in doggy

Is anyone doing NaNoWriMo this year?