I know exactly how you feel. Maybe don't listen to mantras, just make sure you help frogs to cross the road, be careful who you eat, and do what you can. There's no cure for stupid, so don't blame yourself for there being so much of it around.
That first line hits. Slick conjures a sense of squished bodies, but also wet amphibian skin fresh from a vernal pool. "I swerve and miss," doesn't resolve it either — did you miss the frog or miss missing the frog? I am content not to know and feel them both at the same time...
I am curious about the rhyming scheme. Was this intentional or something that came about as you were writing?
Thanks dude, I’m so glad you liked it. The original draft was a mess with like two accidental rhymes in later stanzas, and it shaped up over the last 12 hours into this neat little thing. An instinctual Tetris game of images.
“Life is one wet ditch after another,” feels so apt right now. I hope at least it’s a bit of solace to know there’s other people trying to crawl through the muck of this time with you.
I couldn’t relate to this (brilliant writing) more. It’s exhausting and disheartening living through these times. As a woman of color, I haven’t felt safe since 2016. I probably never have in America, but at least I remember a time before you know who. But remember that art, whether about the times or to escape from it somehow, is resistance. It’s vital. It matters. We must continue to create and refuse to be silenced and complicit. This world will take your light if you let it. And I hope you don’t, because you’re full of it, and I adore you, my friend. Welcome back 🫶🏼
I know exactly how you feel. Maybe don't listen to mantras, just make sure you help frogs to cross the road, be careful who you eat, and do what you can. There's no cure for stupid, so don't blame yourself for there being so much of it around.
That first line hits. Slick conjures a sense of squished bodies, but also wet amphibian skin fresh from a vernal pool. "I swerve and miss," doesn't resolve it either — did you miss the frog or miss missing the frog? I am content not to know and feel them both at the same time...
I am curious about the rhyming scheme. Was this intentional or something that came about as you were writing?
Thanks dude, I’m so glad you liked it. The original draft was a mess with like two accidental rhymes in later stanzas, and it shaped up over the last 12 hours into this neat little thing. An instinctual Tetris game of images.
“Life is one wet ditch after another,” feels so apt right now. I hope at least it’s a bit of solace to know there’s other people trying to crawl through the muck of this time with you.
I couldn’t relate to this (brilliant writing) more. It’s exhausting and disheartening living through these times. As a woman of color, I haven’t felt safe since 2016. I probably never have in America, but at least I remember a time before you know who. But remember that art, whether about the times or to escape from it somehow, is resistance. It’s vital. It matters. We must continue to create and refuse to be silenced and complicit. This world will take your light if you let it. And I hope you don’t, because you’re full of it, and I adore you, my friend. Welcome back 🫶🏼