"Awestruck [Verb]"
1. to quit
building bomb shelters
to keep the universe
from blowing your mind.
Gibson, Andrea. “Awestruck [Verb].” Lord of the Butterflies. Button Poetry, 2018, p.43.
Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.
"Awestruck [Verb]"
1. to quit
building bomb shelters
to keep the universe
from blowing your mind.
Gibson, Andrea. “Awestruck [Verb].” Lord of the Butterflies. Button Poetry, 2018, p.43.
My politics aren't my politics. My politics are my soul and I'm not going anywhere without my soul. And that guy's politics aren't his soul. I don't think souls have machine gun collections.
It’s not surprise that Andrea Gibson is one of my favorite poets. While I had already used one of their poems for this list, I couldn’t ignore this one. You can listen to the poem in full here.
In any moment, on any given day, I can measure my wellness by this question: Is my attention on loving, or is my attention on who isn’t loving me?
We’re doing something a little different for National Poetry Month. I noticed a lot of my pervious poetry posts become outdated when a YouTube video either gets removed or goes private. This year, I decided to make use of my Canva subscription to create pretty pictures with the poems embedded in them. This will also make it easier to share on sites like Instagram, Facebook, Mastodon, etc.
I don’t want to talk about Uvalde. I don’t want to talk about the thwarted Patriot Front riot. There are half-written, angry-sad posts talking about Uvalde in my drafts. And none of them will see the light of day. Because it’s no my tragedy to talk about. It’s not my story to share.
It’s difficult to talk about it without bringing up what I was doing that day. And how the news gnawed at the back of my head.
Instead, I leave you with Andrea Gibson’s poem, “Orlando.”