This day, when the milk carton rips a little on
opening, that hernia, not quite repaired, bites when
you stand, the coffee, “Fogcutter” it says on the bag
lies or anyway overestimates and dogs
grayly humbled by sudden damp, grumble
melancholalia stops their frantic shrieks to murmurs
unworth a dart to the glass-fronted door, even
the mail carrier FedEx UPS slinks boneless across
our porch carpeted by wind fruit, pulpy, rain-stuck
was always coming and we know
the tiny tasks that call us, ignored, to pull our heads out into
this screenless, twinging authenticity save lives make
lives grow connections like roots through the air
to sweep up, pick beans, make tea for a
friend, this is living.
"Jack Lewis takes the overall literary crown with his new book...there’s a lot more to Lewis’s work than what it feels like to ride motorcycles.” — Ultimate Motorcycling
"Insightful and from the heart ... a driven and much recommended look into the mind and conflict of the next generation of war veterans. " — Midwest Book Review (Reviewer's Choice)
Take heart,Uncle Jax. Or perhaps I should say “ Human up” , we can handle this.
That’s what I’ve been telling people who seem a little uncomfortable with their perception of the moment. I even credit the fine writer I got it from almost every time I think to.
Your Worship Praxis piece speaks volumes of wisdom. I share many bits of it as I stumble across those who may benefit from your clairvoyance. Thank you.
Andy
I take heart in the human community, Andy.
I’m very grateful for your presence in it.