Month: January 2020

Firestone Friday: Poem XVI

We’re all full of holes,

trying, desperately, to become wholes —

swelling, inserting, filling ourselves

with things as dispensable as they are harmful,

and we look over our

needles, nicotine, nudity, and nights

only long enough to wage

merciless judgments against

our neighbor’s holes-filler.

–Strong Language by Logan Gorg

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Art for Art’s Sake?

“I only love

creating and sharing art

and engaging

with other artists,”

I tell myself,

as I check

my stats page again.

 

(Does anyone else struggle with the balance of ambition and doing art for art’s sake?)

A Thing That Howls

I’ve been

known as

reserved

quiet

reticent.

They would

hardly

recognize me,

now that you’ve

turned me

into a thing

that howls.

On Clinging to Life

I cling to life

with white knuckles,

because it’s the only

thing I’ve ever known.

But, is that a good reason

to cling to something,

because it’s the only thing

you’ve ever known?

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVI

“What do you have to offer me?” she asked.

Nervously, I answer:

“I function within an economy

of words,

and I can offer you

a library

of books

written about the way

you look tonight.”

 

Thankful

I’ve been a lot of things:

eager

reserved

euphoric

morose

confused

and

incorrigible,

but, today,

I am only

thankful

to have you.