Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


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  • not the only one

    I am most certain I am not the only one who feels this blame… or is it shame?
       I continue looking for answers, but keep coming up with further questions.
       Is that right?
       Is it proper?
        Does it make a difference if I try to correct the facts? Or right the wrongs?
       Can I even see?
       Can we?

    08/02/2022                                                                                       j.g.l.

  • Apology

    We continue listening to the stories, the analysis, and facts that, each day, shock us a little more.
       We have been listening for years.
       We listen like the news is new but the reality we know is different. So little has changed.
       We hear the words of apology, but something is missing.
       Truth.
       We keep waiting to hear more.

    07/31/2022                                                                                     j.g.l.

  • Look At You Now

    Remember the changes that
    happened along the way?

    Day by day, step by step,
    evolution takes time.

    Look at you now.

    07/29/2022                                                                                         j.g.l.

  • a friendly voice

    Sometimes hello is all
    you need to know. Or hear.
    On a day like today after a night
    you would like to forget, a friendly
    voice, even from a stranger, defies
    what you have come to expect at
    this time of day.

    07/28/2022                                                                                               j.g.l.

  • This Monday

    I slept in this morning.
    I didn’t hear the internal alarm clock that, almost without fail, awakens me each morn and I must have blissfully enjoyed my time between the sheets without guilt. I woke refreshed without the residue of difficult dreams or urgent concerns that often drive me to the keyboard to tap out some sort of thought, message, or moral.
    It seems a refreshed mind is often blank or clear of unsettling thought. At least, it is this morning.
    I’m pretty sure I did not stir in the night. I’m pretty sure the air-conditioned comfort of the bedroom was appreciated; especially after a day of wandering about my city in the intense heat and humidity we have been experiencing lately.
    I’m pretty sure the last thing I recall before drifting off into the soul satisfying, coma-like slumber was the harsh and heavy Old Testament rain that seems to have removed the humidity from our atmosphere (at least for a time).
    The sun is out.
    So far, it seems like a good day.
    That’s the thought the well rested me will now take further into the day.

    07/25/2022                                                                                            j.g.l.