I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: January 2018
We tell our own truths
as much as we can,
we see our own reality
even more frequently
than that.
But what can we believe,
and what can we feel,
when the truth is often
anything but real.
01/07/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on January 6, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Light it up.
Let it burn with all
the passion and intention
you can summon from
your soul and your self.
01/06/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on January 5, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We can listen, now and again, and believe the answers and the reasons (or the truths) are right there, caught up in the commotion of the daily dread or tangled with the rancid emotions of what was said.
Between the multiple-choice answers laid out, the excuses we make up, and a whitewashed history reformatted by ever-changing algorithms, we struggle with undisputed ignorance, illusions of someday, and the pumpkin-spiced-reality of all that is wrong with advertising.
We try to take precautions because we have all become accustomed to impositions, disappointment, continual infringements on our privacy, and the errors of the day.
The expansive nature of circumstances beyond our control have whittled down our objections to the lucid facts of fake news, arbitrary transgressions of those who should know better, and the next new thing.
The ugly truth is that we follow certain hypocrisies and condone behavior that insults our fellow beings, and ultimately ourselves.
01/05/2018 j.g.l.
