Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


  • between the covers

  • my January breath

    Snowflakes. Only movement.                      Twilight comes until twilight goes.                                                                                                              Daylight leaves too early. Swiftly.             The deeper the night,

    the colder the darkness.                                                                                                    

    My January breath suspended,                        my thoughts wishing to go                                                                                                         somewhere. Anywhere, other than here.            A deafening                                      

    winter silence.

    The air is slow.Still. Almost.                Alone, even in the shadow                                                                                                                             of the streetlamps. Nobody to shield your ears from the cold,  

    or dampen the inevitable.

    Pointless the task, reviewing patterns and paths carved into the cartography of                                                                                              the ego. Realization. What once was, may never be. This season    

                                                                                                                      stays the longest.

    Even with full sunlight. The wind, should it decide, rips through me.                                                                                                      Harsh. I am not here, not really. Permanent as my      

                                                                   January breath.

    Flurries obscure constellations and the moon. Isolation.

    The circumference of my being

    is reduced. Limited.    Blinded by temporal beauty        or tears.

    Nothing has happened, or is  happening. The brazen wind chill                                                                                                    clashes with body heat, the atmosphere  the victor. Obvious.  

                                                        The world still gets in your eyes.

    Time agape with a grey known only to the night. A solitary trek through the                                                                                      ordinary. Undisturbed. Each step resonates the soul-crunching scream of  

                                                             a thousand snowflakes.

    Beneath winter’s fickle facade, the ice cracks. The fragility of the planet apparent.                                                                    Vulnerable. Each season has precious moments.   Gone. Time stands still. This is  

                                                                                                    my January breath.

  • our foundation

    We cling to memories, even
    subconsciously. Certain days,
    and not always, continually play
    with our unruled emotions.

    Incidents of bliss, specific sorrows
    or worse, leave lasting impressions.
    It cannot be helped. We live through
    experience: yesterday and today.

    Reflected in our fragile faith is
    a greater hope. We often do not,
    or cannot, see past our cold,
    current, restless reality.

    It is not the truth that provides
    our answers, but an unclear
    deception of the question
    lingering in our consideration.

    Us fractured selves, not always
    strong and stable, survive by
    constructing our foundation of
    what we see and how we know.

    Hindsight is not honestly accurate.
    May your need for yesterday
    be slightly overshadowed by
    the wistful wonder of tomorrow.

  • decades

  • Christmas moments and memories

    “Christmas lights are like healing embraces,
    wrapping us in gentle comfort.”

    -Richard Palmer

    The lights, the trees, the festivities; with the entertainment and travel, the rush that surrounds the season can become overwhelming. There is such an emotional build-up to this day.

    Enjoy the moments and the memories with family and friends over the holidays but try to find a little time to yourself. Reflect, when you can, on loved ones no longer with you; those cherished friends and parents who once brought so much joy to this day. Hold your thoughts close. Feel the love embracing you.

    I wish you a season of peace.

    j.g. lewis