I don't know if I'll tell my children to go into the same roads and get their same degrees so they can get their same jobs I think this is passive like drinking tea on a sinking ship not seeing the rising water and our earth is burning and being gutted and I hear people fretting about the transferring of accounts and the interest rate of loans and the availability of a certain furnishing at a store to decorate a home that stands on such uncertain ground and I think I'll tell my children to forget so many of the voices out there telling you what a good life is, trying to sell you on what a good life is, and I'll hand them a shovel and some seeds and I'll say learn about your home because it is in you and it is yours to take care of and it is all you have
YOU ARE READING
We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
