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: May 2020
The Mystic Muffin is open again.
The humble downtown Toronto shop at the corner of Jarvis & Church has been COVID closed for two months, but the store’s owner had to get the place back up and running for its 27th anniversary.
“I don’t even look like I’ve been here 27 years,” Elias says with wry smile.
Mystic Muffin is one of those places you just happen upon, and then keep going back. Many people do. It’s more than a coffee stop.
A sign on the building boasts about the “World’s Best Apple Cake” and, after tasting it, who is going to doubt it? The muffins are wonderful and the pasta salad is a favorite.
Mystic Muffin is fresh, fast and friendly. Pick up something when you are in the neighbourhood.
Where else are you going to get a medium coffee, muffin and love for $3.50?
05/22/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on May 21, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I write.
I write every damn day, always for my website, to keep myself current.
Maybe I’ll write a poem, or a page or three in one of two manuscripts open on my laptop, and usually a few lines in my journal.
I try to journal daily, and usually I do. I always write the date, for no other reason than acknowledging I was alive on that day; I feel it’s important to know.
It might be all I write, that day, in my journal.
Many days, I write like a dragon breathing fire. Other days, it’s more like a dog barking at traffic.
Still I write, every damn day.
I’ve got something to say.
05/21/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on May 20, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Hesitation is seldom efficient.
Moments become a weakness.
Alone. Struggling with the blur
from one day to the rest. You
try to see the hidden meaning.
Will you write the right words?
Finding certain rhythm, sorting
out time. Each step or notion,
guarded breath or concurrent
emotion. Seconds, then minutes,
comprise a day. No silence with
solitude. No path. Today. Clues,
random dogma, unclaimed truth,
passive aggression, as you work
your way through to the answer
in plain view. Mystery in the grid.
Seeking substance in this puzzle.
Will you look again tomorrow?
© 2020 j.g.lewis
