Journal

The Farm Life


I wish I could try out the farm life. I like animals. And the city gets boring. I would assign myself the job of feeding the animals. And I’d sleep on a heap of hay. No internet either. I would abandon my phone and try to learn about farming. But what would I do for fun? I guess play board games with my new farm family. Or maybe do some other fun customs that I don’t know about. Ride a horse! For sure I would learn to ride a horse. Watch a little TV. Flirt with the neighboring farm girl. Maybe make a couple of farm friends and talk about farm stuff. I’ll tell them about the city and my previous life. Funny thing is, they’ll probably wish they could try out the city life. Just to see if they’ll like it. Same thing I would be doing.

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Poetry

Dreamin’ Of New Zealand

When I went to New Zealand…I was like what’s so New about it? It looks just like the old Zealand.

I’m from the original Zealand. I grew up there. I was raised in a small crevice under the stairs. I lived with an Asian farmer. He fed me pears.

When I wasn’t there, I was out in the fields. Sowing pumpkin seeds that gave maximum yield.

One day he said, Jose, what are you doing here? Why don’t you go to university?

I stayed quiet. He said, Nevermind. Don’t take it personally. You know I want you here.

I said, yeah right. The following night

He came to bring me my pear and I was gone

G-O-N-E.

GONE.

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