I’ve removed the political feeds from my inbox and replaced them with poetry from places like Rattle Magazine. Not only does it calm my mind, it keeps it in a creative place. Instead of encouraging me to yell and scream about things I cannot control, it makes the creation of new poetry likely, even little scratches in the dust like this.
I’ve been thinking a good deal lately about the inevitable nature of creativity and death. It is part of every moment in every string from this balled up humanity.
Step One, Hold Hands. Step Two, Don’t Let Go
Time is your partner
in all that you do
When it goes away
so. do. you.
Who was Gary Gnu? Thought you Gnew? Fool!
