There’s nothing quite so diametrically opposed in a world of finites. And yet,there are few concepts which we both crave and fear for the marks it leaves on our bodies and souls.Permanence. Would love last to eternity and beyond as the stories promise us?Would fame follow us all the way to an end where even…
Tag: Poetry
Change
If you sit still as daylight wakes and pause,expand your lungs with air sweet, full of peace—moments, time stands still you almost forgetwhat it was to you, the meaning of life.And yet in a breath suddenly it’s clear:a life lived well gives forth life abundantSuch shame to waste a minute. Time’s no thief. The sun…
Open call – closed to your submissions
“Open call for poetry,”the zines and mags announce emphatically.“We want you, we need you,trust us with your words.”They aren’t lying, they aren’t false,but the actual requirements tell a skewed story;dry prose in small print which dulls your dreamsand drags you back into the realitythat it is unlikely that you,the writer of poetry,will likely be a…
Centered
The obligatory end of the year blog post reflection. I REALLY waited until the VERY end of 2023 to get this done. In part, because I’ve been convalescing from hip surgery (torn labrum/impingement repair), but to be honest, I’ve just been avoiding looking back or forward. This year has felt a bit out of control…
Coming Home
There’s an understandable mix—a collection of feelings: a burst of joy, a sigh of relief,a pang of regret, a whisper of trepidation. We go away, but then come to:A return journey or a fresh start—perhaps both. We may venture to a familiar place,but that doesn’t mean we’re traveling in reverse. The sands of time continue…
Growing Pains
When moms don’t answer phones Somehow It adds insult to injury I’m an adult I don’t need to be parented I just Need my parent. She’s busy, Working, gardening, reading, sleeping. She’s an adult. Adults just have to do things. I just have to make decisions. On my own. But I don’t want to. I…
Away
If I never left I could not understand contentment. For being away is the only way to come home. Then when I stay and wait, the journey feels a gift. Without one, I can’t truly love the other, Travel: ‘tis a most ingenious paradox Cue the music. Book the trip. Go away. 8.12.22 | SDG
Peaks & Valleys
I have been unemployed now for almost six weeks. More accurately, I have been minimally employed for almost six weeks. Last November, after a summer of lots of soul searching, I decided that the time had come for me to quit my full-time day job to have more time for working on books (three very…
Book Review: How Should One Read a Book?
“Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, or poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that is shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be…
Bedfellows
I can’t believe we’re here again. We stare intensely at each other.But,we’re not actually seeing anything.There’s nothing more to look at,nothing to be said.The same story has been told one too many times.We’re caught in a perpetual charade of power dynamics.Me: thinking I am the master,Him: knowing that he holds the controls.Many things are being…
L.M.Beatty 