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I have been thinking about kissing. A lot. (poetry)

2008-11-23T17:11:55Z

I have been thinking
about kissing. a lot.
about kissing. you.
not past kissing. future.
tomorrow. today.

I have been thinking
about kissing. your back.
the length of your spine.
to the nape.
the inside of your wrist.
just below your navel.
the back of your knees.

I have been thinking
of pressing lips. to your temple.
behind your ear. in your hair.
the corner of your mouth.
the tip of your nose.
underneath your chin.
inside your thigh.
the pulse of your throat.

I have been thinking
about kissing. a lot.
about kissing. you.
only you.
today. tomorrow.
right now.

November 9, 2008 (log)

2008-11-09T12:31:32Z

On Election Day 2004, I didn't cast a vote for President of the United States. I voted for every other position on the ballot, but with regards to who I thought the President should be, I abstained. I was not comfortable with any of the candidates. I didn't like any of them as a person, let alone a leader. I did not believe in choosing the least of several bad choices, so I chose not to choose at all. It was the first time since I reached voting age that I did not cast a ballot for this position.

This year was different. There were two people that I liked for different reasons. The other candidates didn't pique my interest, but these two did. I didn't know until the day before which one of the two I would ultimately choose. I liked that there were candidates running that made me want to dig in further to research past all the media hyper-analysis and political preening and posturing. If I could have cast a separate vote for Vice President, it would have been a tougher…

July 10, 2008 (log)

2008-07-11T01:01:05Z

I still haven't made any sort of decision. I do have a wicked long pros and cons list for staying in location one and one for upgrading to location two.

I didn't sleep very well night before last, tossing and turning. Felt like I was contemplating divorce.

Yesterday morning I brought the job description with all my notes on it and put it on the desk in front of my boss's boss (my previous boss). I told her I was asked to apply. If it is what I really want to do she'll give the highest recommendation. But she would rather I stay.

Boss poked his head into my office yesterday afternoon. "Can I get you a soda? Bet they won't offer to get you a soda over there", he jokes. And then he stays to tell me his own experiences with knots in the stomach over a job switch which he did just six months prior to become my boss. "It's not easy giving up the comfortable and going into the unknown. You just have to decide what is best for you and go with that. Don't worry about us,…

July 8, 2008 (log)

2008-07-09T02:28:44Z

I was asked to apply for a newly opened job post this afternoon, which means, the powers that be have already discussed who might be best suited to the position. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I am golden where I am, but there really isn't anywhere up for me to go. I would be moving from autonomy to supervisory. Supervisory in a place where I would have quit long ago had I not been transferred out. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Boss of me to boss of 16. Exchanging a private office in the outpatient clinic for a cubicle in the centralized office for inpatient coding. Exchanging a limited job for one that could be a stepping stone to a higher managerial position. Exchanging specialization for a more rounding out of my experiences. Exchanging a good working rapport with a staff that already holds me in high esteem for a higher salary and upward mobility. Exchanging a certain present for a possible future. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I…

July 5, 2008 (personal)

2008-07-06T00:02:53Z

I took a stroll through the shelves today.
row upon row of book hedges.
Paused to trim a little from this one
and a smidgeon from that.
Decided to make a concerted effort on the health thing
too much inactivity, too much complacency
too much fatigue, too little motivation.
Pricked my finger on a thorn.

Browsed through the leather bound journals
mostly just to feel the covers and smell the earth.
Snagged two poetry books
just because it was drizzling outside.
(Billy for me, because I like him
Wisly for you, because of you.)
Swung by the coffee shop,
because it's a coffee shop kind of day.
The kids are off doing their social teen things.
I am once again on my own.

When it pours, I'll watch Vantage Point
the heavy rhythm on the A/C…

Forgotten things in space (thing)

2008-07-04T12:46:40Z

the flotsam of
a hundred satellite launches
the detritus of
a hundred missions
drifting, floating, unnoticed and forgotten
by all but the skywatchers who observe and who wait
a glove, a camera, a pair of pliers, some rubbish bags
jettisoned boosters, dispensable probes, leaking reactors
drawn slowly in, inevitably, inexorably
debris littered beyond the cloudscape
casually tossed aside as if
space were mere soil or water or air