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: April 2022
Edge of darkness,
dusk signals the forthcoming night.
Fears settle, or are intensified.
As a child, my Mother called out my name;
a sign the evening was done.
City streetlights had just come on,
it was time to come home.
Dusk, then, signaled security
Twilight marked the beginning of the night for a teenager.
Time to spread seeds, share youthful conquests.
Adolescent dreams came alive.
Turn off the headlights.
We grow up at night,
learn the pleasures of another human’s body;
young women (or older)
who will, in many ways, turn you
into an man.
By nature, and by choice, you discover how
your body fits into another.
After dusk you learn
the secrets of the night. And responsibility.
Morning’s light will bring a new reality.
It was not always what your mother said it was.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 26, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
we weep
through scenes
at discordant notes
of movie scores
occasional television
commercials or even
unexpected memory
images often unfolding
in our mind’s knowing
take my handkerchief
clean but old
it has a purpose
wipe away
those salty tears
before they are absorbed
in this tainted atmosphere
and come back
to haunt us
04/26/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on April 25, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We don’t always do
the things that we should,
the things that we want, or
the things that we could.
It’s not always that we can’t,
(because we probably would)
but sometimes we don’t do
things that usually feel good.
You don’t need permission
to do whatever you want. You
just need to do what you do,
but do it for you.
04/25/2022 j.g.l.
