Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Each morning, every morning, there is time to consider plans for the day, for the weeks, months, perhaps years ahead.
   Formulated in quiet thought, these goals might not be concrete, or complete, but they are personal reminders of what can be achieved over time.
   If I write them down they seem real; more than dreams and wishes. Maybe even more than I should ask for, or more than I am allowed?
   Only time will tell.

09/26/2022                                                                           j.g.l.


Comfort food,
as the temperature dips.


Restaurant special,
mom’s recipe or
make it up as you go.

Is there a better day
than today?

Be nourished.

Take the time
to enjoy.

Remember the leftovers.

09/23/2022                                                                    j.g.l.


Art is subjective,

graffiti destructive,

or is it



09/22/2022                                                                   j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Posted on April 26, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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    Even at lower volume it resonates,
station to station, year to ear,
recounting mere memories. Beyond
weather forecasts and politics,
high school dance, an awkward kiss,
friendships then
                                now gone amiss
           to a never-ending soundtrack.
                                Owned by the soul
                                        on spirit radio.
       A Mother’s voice, a lover’s scent,
not where it was, but what it meant
and what you know.
  Landscape crackles with the night,
turned up
it is
always right.
    You cannot negate the silence of
     moments hardly since forgotten,
               between volume and verse.
   Sun-riddled afternoons, soft snow
in October, hailstorms in June, each
phase of the moon shines.
we lived, when they died, always
there, all along.
                                  A soothing tone,
the ever-present comfort, we find
            our past in melody, honesty,
                      and the lyric of a song.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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