A Dangerous Descent

August 3

The health crisis we continue to suffer through is at
best inconsistent, and at worst a dangerous descent
into a system systematically infected by political
opportunists and fully-fledged false charm.

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a decade of days…

2025 is an anthology of thoughts du jour, unsolicited advice, messages of peace, philosophy, poetry, and photographs from the past decade of Mythos & Marginalia. In unchronological order, the years not as important as the dates, each post a reminder (if only to myself) that I do indeed write every damn day.

June 16

a reminder of love

It doesn’t take Fathers Day
to remind me what I have
that makes life as sweet as it is.
I have a daughter, and every
day I am blessed.
I have only one child and know
not the experience of raising
a son, or multiple children.
I know that I could, easily,
share my love further but,
perhaps, am spared the
decision on which way, or
how my attention would be
divided. I am blessed.
Whether it is a daughter, son,
or any multiple combination
thereof, I hope you’re reminded
of the love you are a part of, and
a love that continues to grow.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

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June 15

rainy day ways

I don’t do umbrellas.
Well, I do… or I have, but it is always a temporary thing.
It seems I can never keep a bumbershoot in my possession.
Who knows how many I have lost, or misplaced, or left behind at unknown points along my journey? I have purchased, been gifted, and found more umbrellas than I dare to count. Many have been abandoned in cabs, coffee shops or cocktail lounges, business meetings, funerals, hotel rooms, or hanging on the coat rack at some soon-forgotten lover’s apartment (I do remember the quick getaway in the pre-dawn hours, only to be reminded by the downpour on the wet tenement steps the moment I got outside).
I will not spend another dollar on something I am sure to lose again, the money far better spent on lottery tickets where there is an even greater chance of a return.
Instead, on those mornings where rain has arrived or is threatening, I choose to don this old reliable Tilley hat that my father gave me some 30 years ago. With an almost umbrella-sized brim (protecting my eyeglasses from errant or evident splish-splash), it is ugly, utilitarian, and utterly useful; with hands-free convenience, it does what it is supposed to do, promises nothing more, and is there when I need it.
I haven’t lost it yet.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

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June 12

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June 18

night thoughts 1:19

Beyond insomnia, no
longer imagination, and
still questions.
The Moon’s mystery
need not keep you awake,
not when there are so
many earthly concerns
to occupy your mind
at 1:18 a.m.
Full Moon illuminates
our world, even through
clouds, even days later,
a sacred glow that sheds
no light on the difficulties
or dilemmas we face
time and again.
Often there are no answers.
The mysteries of the Moon
need not keep you awake,
but they will keep you alive.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

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June 14

the whole truth

I am broken,
I have been for a while.
Possibly, maybe, I have
never been complete, yet
I am whole
in ways only
my fractured self
can comprehend.
Look within.
It is more comfortable
to understand your self
than to be misunderstood
by others.
Truth.
The whole truth.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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June 9

we could learn

It is the perception of a lifetime.
Even as they fold and wither, as  the stem bends under the weight  of their beauty, the colours lose their vibrancy, and petals fall with time, flowers remain a miracle. We could learn a lot from flowers.

© 2022 j.g. lewis

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