The new year is a time of change, a new date, a new month, a new start. The sky is slowly brightening as the winter solstice falls in the past. For those in the corporate world, the new year is often a new fiscal period, a new quarter, a chance to evolve and try newContinue reading “New Year, New Change”
Category Archives: poetry
Generative AI Questions the Value of Artists – and That’s a Good Thing
Generative AI has grown to the point of having its own mythos. There are those who swear by its success – claiming it will replace whole industries and those who see it as a profitless trend that is sure to fade. Perhaps, like most things in life, the capabilities and best uses for generative AIContinue reading “Generative AI Questions the Value of Artists – and That’s a Good Thing”
Love is Home
I used to dream aboutA partner messing upCrawling backAs a sign of their love.Of toxic, bold, fireAnd grand gesturesFrom a liar. But I don’t have those dreams anymore.My dreams are far quieter.I dream of warmth and kindnessAnd a home –I don’t need anger,or struggles, or fire.Love is an unlit pyre.
On Soulmates
I used to think That there was one great love And that if we only held on We needn’t suffer. That if I was patient And forgiving And sacrificial – Love could last forever. I needed to believe that Through the cosmos There was some special bond. Undestroyable. But then I found you And sawContinue reading “On Soulmates”
Book Out October 11
I am very excited to announce that my debut poetry collection Moonlight will be available in paperback on October 11, 2021! The Kindle Ebook is currently available for pre-order. This collection of poetry explores the depth of grief, the hardship of mental illness, and the light at the end of every dark tunnel. Inspired byContinue reading “Book Out October 11”
Closet Shelves
I sit in the room where it happened And I stare down the wall No photos left No paintings Just holes in the dry wall. I stare at empty closet shelves And try to wrack my brain There must be more To say or do There has to be a way. I wrote and wroteContinue reading “Closet Shelves”
Under-steeped and Selfish.
I am selfish in my bitterness. I am dark and under-steeped. The things I found to hold In my hands. They stick like Pine sap on a sandy beach. I just want to get down. I want to wipe my bark palms On ill-fitting jeans. But the sap stays with me. And it’s all IContinue reading “Under-steeped and Selfish.”
I want to put you into paper
I want to put you into paper to keep you here, in this space – Out of my brain And into my life. I want to postpone your ending – To glue you to pulp with pen So memories remain Static and still – Fragile and delicate, Like the signature on a will. I wantContinue reading “I want to put you into paper”
My Own Eulogy
Can I write my own eulogy? About how kind I tried to be, Failing and flailing Always re-arranging. I want to say how I cried And of often I dried off Around trees and streams In old sunlight beams. I was often too sorry. I was often over worried. Too sore to smile well, HidingContinue reading “My Own Eulogy”
The Wreckage
I’m in the wreckage And all it can do Is hurt me. I will go through And I’ll keep going. The world doesn’t stop spinning For one family’s shit. I am already diving – Finding treasure in the pit. It is glowing.
Dayna Lang 