Back To School
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
Closures have never been easy for me. 2022 feels like a long checklist. I have to go somewhere next but where and why?
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
Kim’s Convenience asks, “Do they treat you well?”. I wish someone had thought to ask me that. The question has affection and no saviour complex.
I’m often told I don’t look my age. What is complimentary about that?
I have been thinking about compassion. I find there’s no room for it in the stories we embrace to guide our lives. It is this that makes me feel I’m overflowing out of my body, spaces & life. What I have in me is labelled & pre-valued for tangible effects….
IdeaSmith is not just my name. It is an identity. It has been a journey. It became a saviour. And then a ray of hope in my hardest time.
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
A glass of lemonade and a whole relationship dynamic in one swallow. It’s all ice shards and acid.
He writes of the isolation of chasing material dreams. I saw exquisite poetry laced with slivers of pain.