It doesn’t take long
for nights to blur
into months
or years,
or beyond.
Fractured thought,
a broken timeline,
then barely
a fragment of
a second,
or
nothing at all.
Do you remember
what was there
before?
Memories often
disappear
just like that.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Will you think a little harder, after
the mistakes of today?
Will you remember to check your ego
as you respond another way?
Will your actions, going forward,
be the difference that holds sway?
Will the promises you utter become
another debt you have to pay?
12/13/2024 j.g.l.
Sometime over the coming weeks, but certainly by the impending new year, this website will undergo a few changes. You might even see them as they evolve.
It’s time for both change and a new year, and an alteration to the way I conduct myself and display my daily thoughts: I write every damn day.
Daunted by the insidious infiltration of routine, I have become frustrated. To combat the daily delirium, I’ve considered certain options by planning ahead (something so unlike me: I’m more of a spur of the moment kind of guy).
To be honest, I need a little more time to tend to the bigger picture, but I cannot ignore the space I have carved out here for almost a decade.
It’s time to step ahead.
I am looking forward to the change, and the specifics will become apparent in the coming weeks. I hope you enjoy the change of pace, as much as I will.
12/09/2024 j.g.l.
Shorter days, lower temperatures,
less daylight to accomplish what
needs to be done.
More and more artificial light
crowding our night.
These days, fewer and fewer
places to go. You still need to get
there, even if it is only home.
What awaits you?
Are you in a rush to arrive, or
can you take it slow?
Do you have choice?
Only you can know.
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Thirty years ago, 14 women were killed because they were women.
Read that again, in case you didn’t feel the impact:
35 years ago, 14 women were killed because they were women.
In Canada: in Montreal: thirty years ago, on this day.
December 6, 1989.
École Polytechnique. The Montreal Massacre.
It was more than a mass shooting.
I remember.
The world changed that day.
It has not changed enough.
I will not take up space today to spit out my thoughts on gun control or public safety.
I will not criticize today, here, those who continue to exhibit such blatant disregard for my fellow human beings, or the hypocrisy and/or misogyny of those people, or politicians, or corporations who try to hide behind flimsy excuses and transparent policies of diversity and inclusion. Or those who do not do enough to enforce, enhance, and encourage respect in the workplace, our communities, or countries.
Today is not my day for that.
In Canada, today is National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women.
It is a day for remembering the event, yes, but more so remembering the vital lives of the women who were hunted down and killed by a single man.
Today — as I do each year on the anniversary of this senseless tragedy — I will repeat the names of the 14 women whose lives were snuffed out by hatred, gender discrimination and attitudes which have prevailed in the years since.
Our daughters, sisters, mothers and lovers face these injustices each day, in a country that prides itself on a satisfying and sufficient way of life.
Violence against women is still here, it is systematic, and it is wrong. We all know it.
The lives of the women killed, not their deaths, must remain an example. I dislike the popular term ‘Legacy of pain’, but I still feel it.
These names must never be forgotten:
Geneviève Bergeron
Hélène Colgan
Nathalie Croteau
Barbara Daigneault
Anne-Marie Edward
Maud Haviernick
Maryse Laganière
Maryse Leclair
Anne-Marie Lemay
Sonia Pelletier
Michèle Richard
Annie St-Arneault
Annie Turcotte
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz
My heart goes out to the families, friends, partners, and loved ones who grieve for these significant women.
I grieve with you.
12/06/2024 j.g.l.