rough red patches on our handsirritated dry skinsigns of pandemic wear on the bodydoesn’t matter how much you moisturizeclean your hands clean your handsclean your handswash them until they crack and bleedstay healthy stay safewhile we run out of tests run out of vaccinesrun out of doctors run out of timewhile you run and slipContinue reading “rough red patches”
Author Archives: Sage Pantony
I’ve Never Allowed Myself to Only Be a Poet Because I’ve Always Felt That Wasn’t Enough
I wonder if there’s a difference between a poet and a writer.They speak of the poet’s heart, but what do they mean?There are times when prose feels so stilted to me,When I crave the fluidity of line breaks,The freedom to not be understood fully,The convention to break convention,The magic of diving underwaterTo retrieve a poemContinue reading “I’ve Never Allowed Myself to Only Be a Poet Because I’ve Always Felt That Wasn’t Enough”
I Must Write
I moisturize, prepare my tea.I turn on my music, put my phone on a box of salt.I send my cryptic messages about the moon and rust.I change into clean clothes, remember I have laundry to do.I allow a song to play through in its entirety.I open my notebook, realize my lips are chapped.I get upContinue reading “I Must Write”
S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack
You hang s-hooks on the baker’s rackOne after the other, quick quick,Before running out the doorWith another bag packed.I look at the hooks rocking in placeAnd want to see them as a sign that you’ll stay,But of course, the message I know is comingArrives on my phone a few days later.You’re moving out.Once again, I’llContinue reading “S-Hooks on the Baker’s Rack”
Maybe You’re Not Special
Maybe it’s okay to be a regular person. Maybe you don’t have to be special, talented, unique, different, or all that interesting. Maybe you’re not one of those people they’ll tell stories about. Maybe no one will make a movie about your life. Maybe you’re an average Joe, just some guy out here trying toContinue reading “Maybe You’re Not Special”
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