Part of the reason I enjoy Word Wednesday is that it gives me a good excuse to go back through dusty old digital folders looking for something to post. Sometimes, that’s all I find. Other times, it’s like opening a time capsule into where my head was at during a particular time. This one comes …
Thinking of what to post this morning, I started to wonder what was on my mind a decade ago. Back into the digital filing structure for the folder marker “2010” and there was a wealth of documents staring me down. This is always a terrifying moment. After digging through a few, this one seemed to …
Was tipped to a new poet that I’m looking forward to reading a whole lot more from, Nicole Sealey (@Nic_Sealey). Here’s something to think about… The First Person Who Will Live to Be One Hundred and Fifty Years Old Has Already Been Born [For Petra] Scientists say the average human life gets three months longer …
I know it’s hard to believe, but reading the news these days can be a bit of a downer. It seems the more information I take in, the more fatalistic I become. It’s an easy time to be jaded and disgusted. But then again, it’s also a good time to work at fending those off …
This is a recent one, written just over a week ago with scant few revisions. I’ve been thinking a lot about how to live in peace with others so far as it depends on me and what that actually looks like in the world. Is it silence? Is it exclusion? Or is it bearing witness? …
Don’t get all excited, I’m not changing things up too much on this beloved feature of the blog – it’s just a clever title. A lot of the poems I post are older. I’ve come to realize that the reason is because I’ve been lazy in writing new poems over the last year. Which is …
There are times when I wonder where some of these poems come from. But most of the time, I’m just glad they keep coming. science as i dissolve into nothingness, i ask this question: “were i to pass from one particle to another, would your particles miss mine?” she pauses for the briefest of moments …
I like to make these posts a mixture of new and old poems, but I don’t usually reach back quite this far. This one is from ten years ago and is presented with no editing worth mentioning. all these years the shadow has been dancing in front of me, wandering back and forth unsteadily – …
It might seem a little odd posting a love poem to writing at night the day after talking about a change that will get me to bed earlier, but I’ve never claimed consistency as a hallmark of this blog. So there you have it. No refunds, no exchanges. oblation the night has always spoken to …
This poem comes from some random day or night back in 2018, but the sentiment remains the same now. Please don’t count me among the people who think going back in time will solve all our problems. Yes, social media is its own kind of sickness for the human spirit, but it’s not the first …