but still
i’m here
i’m writing
i’m still here writing
Month: November 2024
November 29, 2024
seeing
the systems
and the patterns
and the power dynamics
that lead to humanity suffering
and feeling completely lacking in any ability
to stop it
could drive one mad
[and i wonder if it has]
[probably more than we know]
November 28, 2024
lost in my own thoughts
not about anything in particular
or even anything of worth
to my morning poetry adventure
just thoughts
about thoughts
about writing
about puppies
and thougths
about puppies
and bellies
and care
and the care we take
and the care we refuse
and everything as we lead up to
thanksgiving, and all that comes with it
the word
the history
the baggage
the holiday
the tradition
the fact that this country shouldn’t even exist
but here we are, on it
let’s care for Turtle Island while we still can,
got it?
November 27, 2024
birthday poems:
~~~
cotton candy coffee
for my birthday morning
and remembering the good things
that happened this year
[so next time i can only see
the terrible, i have something
to comfort me]
~~~
aging
in an age
where my own kin
are more likely to die
before this age
than i
simply because of the color of their skin
and their femininity called into question
and it aches in my whole
soul
to know
the hatred faced is meaningless
in the grand scheme of the universe
but the effects of suffering
very much
matter
in this day and age
where we have so much
what happened to humanity
that hoarding became more socially acceptable
than sharing
and giving
~~~
like a kid
on their birthday
here i am
on mine
trying
to follow the dopamine
and have a good time
but our puppy is sick
[though doing so much better!]
and there is so much pain and suffering
in the world
that’s about to get
a whole lot
worse
and i know if i
follow my own drive
and sense of self
i can do things
for me
while at the same time
following/providing
helping hands
for others
[all while battling the existential crisis
that is
turning 27 for a ninth time]
November 26, 2024
the puppy
refuses
to eat her own food
but the cat
is very ready
to eat it all for her
and then both animals
will have tummy troubles
today
November 25, 2024
i would like the word “billionaire”
to have the same negative connotation
as other words that really oughtn’t —
like “bitch” or “cunt”
or even racialized words…
let’s take the social implications
and flip them on their head.
just leaning femme doesn’t make someone
hated
and someone’s race no longer invites
such hatred being
spat
it’s the power usurped or gotten through
inhumane ways
that needs to be a slur
that needs to be a slur
let’s make “billionaire”
a slur
until all mega-rich people
give philanthropically
until their billions are
‘mere’ millions
and
people don’t hope to be one
anymore
[and then maybe their power
in our ‘democracy’/oligarchy
will be
nil]
November 24, 2024
i haven’t done my regularly scheduled morning poetry
in days
because of social times
and busy-ness
and re-discovering art
and then
our poor puppy
having so much gi distress
we’re parents of a newborn
sleeping when she sleeps
and waking the moment she indicates
she may have
another accident
at least i can do things for my kip
like be ready with the wipes when they get back inside
or take one of the overnight outsides
so they can grab a little extra sleep
because at least i can nap during the day
they can’t
even without work
their day is
set
with awake
the puppy and i will nap on the same couch
we’ve been sleeping on for days
and again
even during the daylight
i’ll sleep when she sleeps
and be privy to her stirrings
immediately
November 23, 2024
a play
made of poetry
an art experience
guided by the muses
turning the mirror back on
the artist himself
a connection
with a group
who might just make new york
worth staying
if
we’re staying
November 22, 2024
i think
i was enamored
in the myth of celebrity
that i wanted the concept of me
as an artist
more than i wanted
to make the art
i could make
and now that i’ve turned my whole perspective upside down
and realized that celebrity might be a little [lot] too much for me
i’m so lost in terms of what kind of art i’d want to make
but the art still flows through my blood
and makes a home in my bones,
but do i treat celebrity like a goal
or a disease i’m to avoid?
or
[more likely than not]
do i try to concentrate on my art
and turn my head away from all celebrity
good
and bad
and just live in the art
that’s in my head/heart/body/soul/me
November 21, 2024
have you ever seen art
that makes you want to
be
a better artist?
that makes you want to
pry yourself open
and create the most honest art you can?
that makes you want to
be vulnerable
be truthful
be fully yourself
through your own art?
and
even though you don’t know necessarily how
you do know
it’s possible
because of someone else’s
great, honest, vulnerable, truthful
art
?
kipventures 