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: September 2023
Why couldn’t
it look different?
Why shouldn’t
it look different?
If I want change,
shouldn’t it be different?
I’ve seen it in my head,
why not in front of me?
Will I notice
the difference?
09/08/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on September 7, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Promise or pretense
fades as news of the day
dissolves into
less likely outcomes
with more to expect,
dulled-down hopes,
and more to reject.
Choices or chances;
one in the same.
We still face the guilt,
or the sanity, or
the shame.
09/07/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on September 6, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Embracing reminders of who we were, not
who we are not, we remain convinced of
this confusion and seldom make the right
assumption in moments where we wish
to define ourselves. We will need any sort
of control over any areas of a life that is
primarily accessible to all. What we share,
when we share, occasionally goes beyond
intimacy expected in the moment. Caution,
isolated thought amongst the many you are
thinking or have thought; why or why not.
We need to breathe for our self, even mere
mouthfuls of tainted air can absolve you of
the guilt, even temporarily. Little freedom.
This cruel reality is replacing the ordinary.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
