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: November 2022
Turn it off. Weary the mind. You’ve had your say
now allow time for those working, or trying, and
believing there may still be opportunity, perhaps
prosperity. If allowed. Can the dream still exist?
More and more it becomes less and less important.
I will not listen; or cannot, a more apt description,
to the incessant ignorance spilling from your lips.
My ears bleed, my heart aches, among this crush
of bigotry, inequality and blind trust misplaced.
I put on my headphones commanding ear-splitting
silence to shut out the numbing narcissistic diatribe
with its women-hating violence. You’ve said all that
you needed to get what you wanted, you bullied,
and prophesied, and threatened and taunted. Now
perpetuating insult with that firm hypocritical
stance, adding insult to illusion, capitalizing on
chance. It’s less about being chosen, and now
what you choose, because my motherhood issues
are a far cry from your motherfucking truths.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 11, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Don’t forget to remember
those who fought, and died,
for the freedoms we now
seem to take for granted.
Remember why we have
what we have, on this day
and every day. Remember.
11/11/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on November 10, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
why wouldn’t you stop
to gaze up at the moon
whether night is unfolding
or if daylight comes soon.
all the time that it takes
depends only on you
it is only a moment
it is always the moon
11/10/2022 j.g.l.
