I keep coming back, hoping.
Some mornings I’m holding my breath
Usually, I leave disappointed.
I find stories about important things, to be sure.
Stories about Racism, Feminism, Rape, and Harassment, to name a few.
Often, horrible things.
Topics that indeed warrant discussion,
Stories about illness,
physical sometimes, but seemingly more often mental.
Stories about loss,
Struggles. Open letters.
Tutorials on how to be a man or a mom. Memorials for recently passed celebrities.
I would welcome the addition of more warm prose!
“Feel good” verse strewn about the grid like the freckles
scattered across a red-headed kid’s nose
The writing is always superb
The voice is most often eloquent
The subject matter – too frequently:
earnest, deep, somber, grave
I do not mean to marginalize your cause
That is not my intent.
I seek a more balanced diet of ideas
I seek art without an agenda.
Sometimes, I just want to smile,
is that too much to ask?
Something to read that leaves me with a light in my eye,
A spring in my step.
I’m gonna climb down off my soapbox now
I’ve pulled on your coat enough here.
Red, Orange, Gold
The canopy trees are showing off again.
The air is crisp
Like the creases on your new trousers
The pleats of her skirt
When Lorraine turns her head and laughs
You see her joy and wonder. Visible as
rising puffs of vapor
tangled in her curls.
Ephemeral, Fleeting, Momentary
Breathe deeply – take it all in – remember the moment.