What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?
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?
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
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.
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.