There Is Only Now
There Is Only Now
Not to be an alarmist, but the other day I wrote a poem. This is not normal behavior for me. In fact, if I can be honest, I’ve written a few. Again, not to alarm anyone.
I’ve never been a poetry girl. There are poets I like quite a bit and poems that have spoken to me that I go back and read regularly. I am in full support of the lovely souls who write them too. But me? Personally? I live in prose. Direct, purposeful, open to interpretation, sure, but generally pretty straightforward at least on a sentence level.
But things haven’t been very straightforward lately. Writing has always been what I’ve turned to when I’ve been overwhelmed or anxious or unsure. I find myself in these states more often than not these days, and the more I step back to try to make sense of things, the less I understand. Or just when I think I have a handle on it, something new crashes into my life, upending everything all over again. 2025 is not starting out slowly or softly.
I doubt I’ll do anything with these poems. I don’t even know if they are poems. I just know that writing is once again trying to save me, and “tiny poems” is the form it’s taking because how can I concentrate on a beginning, middle, and ending when the world is shouting “there is only now” all around me?
Not unlike a poem, today’s newsletter is a short one. Just to say hello. Just to remind you all to find your version of tiny poems too, whatever they may be for you.
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