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25/07/2025

21/01/2025

In English, we say: “I miss you.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,
and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.”

In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I carry you in my chest like a stone—
heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.”

In English, we say: “I feel lost.”
But in poetry, we say:
“The compass of my heart spins wildly now,
its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.”

In English, we say: “I wish it were different.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.”

In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.”
But in poetry, we say:
“May the sun that warms your days
be as kind to you as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leaves of the laurel that we once made love under”

In English, we say: “You hurt me.”
But in poetry, we say:
“You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.”

In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I lingered at the edge of your world,
a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.”

In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I untangle your name from my veins each morning, only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.”

In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.”
But in poetry, we say:
“I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass, knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.”

With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole.

Written by : Larson Langston.

01/01/2025

“Socrates said, “The misuse of language induces evil in the soul.” He wasn’t talking about grammar. To misuse language is to use it the way politicians and advertisers do, for profit, without taking responsibility for what the words mean. Language used as a means to get power or make money goes wrong: it lies. Language used as an end in itself, to sing a poem or tell a story, goes right, goes towards the truth. A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin

04/12/2024

21/11/2024

How brave you are for slowing down. For not finishing that to-do list.

How courageous you are for not crossing that finish line, because your body said “enough.”

How fearless you are for choosing the quiet of your soul over those voices driving you always towards more.

How bold, how rebellious -
you, out there,
honoring your own natural rhythm,
going against the culture’s breakneck speed.

We tend to make heroes of those hungry with ambition, relentlessly doing, producing always more.

We applaud those who refuse to stop or rest. Who push themselves so hard in the name of achievement, that they sacrifice their body and soul and heart in the process. We celebrate those who are ill or aging but never show it, never slow down, never reveal a moment of vulnerability.

This drivenness can be heroic, at times. It can be necessary for our survival or the greater good.

But,

I want to make heroes of those who slow down.

I want to make heroes of those who listen to their bodies, who do not strive for more than what the soul truly needs.

I want to make heroes of those who do not force or push, but surrender to each moment as it opens.

I want to applaud those who may not be driven towards success as we know it, but instead are nurturing something deep and subtle and needed.

I want to celebrate those brave enough to cease all doing, even for a second, and sit with the ache in their hearts. A task many find harder than summiting the highest peak.

I want to make heroes of those who honor their limitations. Who are unable to keep up with the busy-ness of our times, yet show up to each profound, necessary moment.

It is truly an act of courage and rebellion to do any such thing, in a world demanding you resist your own self, your own rhythm, your own soul.

And the paradox is, that often when we cease our incessant doing, even for a minute, and listen to that quiet voice within, we discover what it is we absolutely must do, and what instead can fall away.

We finally hear the call towards what serves our soul, and what then will serve the world. Nothing more, nothing less.

A hero is simply someone brave.
So come, be softly brave.
Be a new, quieter kind of hero.
Few may applaud, it’s true, but your soul certainly will.

By Leyla Aylin
www.leylaaylin.com

Art | Kate Maclean

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10/07/2024

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, '𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽?' 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 '𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍' 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒? 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇-𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆-𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.
-Jedidiah Jenkins