I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: June 2018
Pack lightly and get away to another land or city, a place where nobody knows you, and you can bask in anonymity (or the tropical sun), away from the texts and talks of the mobile device, or that boorish neighbor and his bitchy wife (they get like that, after a while, admit it). Hop a plane, or a train; things will seem different, immediately, once away from the cramped comfort of home… MORE
06/08/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 7, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
If you are not hurting,
you are healing.
Each of us is feeling
something, either way,
at this very moment,
and it is very real.
How do you feel?
How do you heal?
06/07/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 6, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Wednesday sits naked
and ordinary
waiting
between the bookends of a social Saturday
and restive Sunday. The day is
little more
than a cluster of hours or a step on the
treadmill. Indecisive and
lonely
nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
on a Wednesday
and it’s the same each week.
© 2014 j.g. lewis
My life is marked by Wednesdays.
Come hell or high water, each week I post something on this website on a Wednesday. Actually, I post something every day, but Wednesday is the day I originally chose to let out whatever is on my mind. I have, every Wednesday, every week, for the past three-and-a-half years.
My thoughts.
I didn’t know exactly what I would be writing, or posting, when I originally started mythosandmarginalia.com. I knew I’d be slapping something up every day, as my daily breath, but these were intended to be short statements of why, or how, I was doing what I was doing, or what I was wondering.
I write.
I #writeeverydamnday.
Then Mondays started to become young Fridays, and Sundays were a day for a quotes that moved me, and every other day, including Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, and Tuesday too, began to take shape.
Once in a while, usually in March (but this year, also in May) I’ve been inviting other writers to share this space with me. It’s never been because I couldn’t fill the space, but more because I believed these others writers and friends, could also offer another opinion, or a fresh thought on whatever topic was on my mind.
There will be changes, certainly in the coming months, as I intend to expand the way subject matter is handled. Of course I have plans, but nothing fixed, per se. There has never been deliberate thought on what appears here, only the intention that something must.
And it does.
Lately I’ve been thinking more on what I write, or what I am doing as a writer, a poet, and a human being. I think it comes with the territory; how can you write what you are thinking, if you don’t acknowledge your thoughts?
I’ve always hoped this is more than navel gazing. I truly and totally appreciate the comments readers provide, how they might resonate with you; or how your thoughts or feelings are contrary to mine. Diversity in any form, but especially in opinion, is important.
I have reposted this poem today to remind myself, more than anything, that Wednesday is just another day. I do so knowing I will put up something else tomorrow, and Friday, and every other day.
I stake claim to Wednesdays. I rely on Wednesday, but I must remember each day is important for one reason or another.
