The Highest Octave of Reason and Mattering

Sometimes I Write,
sometimes I write.

A friend noticed that I haven’t shaped my writing into poems for quite sometime now. I’ve just been filling a square on a page, writing from left to right leaving 1.5-inch margins on all sides. The last time I shaped a poem in its left-justified standard stanza-ed look was before my mentor’s death in December 2020. I believe it’s ok for poems not to lean their backs against walls from time to time. Sometimes, it’s even it’s ok to write poems without spines or eyes, or ears or a mouth. Sometimes its enough to rest your face on a piece of paper and let the weight of things you struggle with just be, as is—heavy. Sometimes it’s ok to begin a sentence with a comma. Wherever you are, start there.

The Highest Octave of Reason and Mattering

Listening to Artificial Light by Rainer Maria – https://youtu.be/IHojo0fjIa0