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?

December 4, 2022

how
can i constantly feel
like a novice
in all i do?

i’ve performed all my life,
but i still feel second/
third/
fourth/fifth/sixth/
end of the line
when it comes to opportunities
for the stage/screen arts.

i’ve had six plus years in the air,
but i’m a perpetual student
here.

i’ve written
every
single
morning
poetry
for over a year and a half,
but i’m still too scared to submit,
to hear the possibility
that i’ll forever be
amateur;
living only for the love of words,
never ‘going anywhere’ with it.

and what’s so bad about that?

capitalism/colonialism/white supremacy
forces our minds to find some meaning
out of what we can produce/expert the field
in a way that makes money—
churn out content/
content/
you need to create more content…

where is the place for creating for the sake of creativity?

and why can’t i find my own balance?

i think
it’s because
i just want to feel
like i know
something.
i want to feel adept/
professional/
expert/
master/
ace/
like i don’t have to second guess every choice i make—

that’s what i want out of my crafts.