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: October 2024
Nothing like yesterday, or
the day before. Our lives still
hang in the balance between
what we do not understand
and all we are not prepared
to acknowledge.
Suspended speculation, this
continuum continues to exist.
Surely there will be others,
but nothing like this day.
10/08/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on October 7, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
One year since. . .
The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.
Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.
How many bombs?
How many dead?
How many prayers?
How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?
I, still, can only try to understand.
I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.
10/07/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on October 6, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What are you waiting for?
I’m listening.
10/06/2024 j.g.l.
