michael poem

There’s a demon inside all of us that tells us that we will fail. Our job is to tell it to fuck off.
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John Coltrane watercolor by Maggie Umber, suggested by @bluemonkwrites and @ochregerde


pursuance 

dear john: we are trying
to hold a peace that crumbled
like dead leaves from months ago
i stare out windows
from my cliched cave
just so i can remember the direction
the sun once was
it’s cold in my office
and the energy it takes
to make another cup
sits in my pocket
in case i need to dodge a bullet

something tells me
that as it was for you
the early sleep is coming

until then
i run through the 12 keys
of the love supreme motif
trying despite this twisted spine
to stretch and flex against
the demons of dependence and noonday

meet me john
in the spaces between
confusion and resignation
and sing a psalm for us

–Michael Neal Morris @bluemonkwrites

Dear Woman:
Sometimes
You’ll just be too much woman.
Too smart, too beautiful, too strong.
Too much of something that makes a man feel like less of a man,
Which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman.

The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry.
When this happens, I need you to understand,
You do not need a smaller crown–
You need a man with bigger hands.

—  Michael E. Reid, “Dear Woman”

When you look down
inside yourself
what is there?

You are a walking bag of surgical instruments,
shining from the inside out

and that’s just
today,

Tomorrow it could be different

When I think of the childhood inside me I think of sunlight dying on a windowsill,

The voices of my friends
in the sunlight

All of us running around,

outside our
deaths.

—  “Nervous System,”- Michael Dickman