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.