Reblog: Happy Pride Month

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Good morning beautiful humans, happy Thursday! Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog, you could be anywhere but you stopped by. Well, come on in……..

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To say I’m late is an understatement, lol! But as they say, better late than never. My goodness though, the month is almost over. I apologize for the delay. This has been quite the month but I haven’t forgotten. I am and have always been an ally for the LGBTQ community 💕💕💕

Love is love

I just wanted to show my support and spread love. Love is all we need but we need more of it. Love makes the world go round. I truly believe that.

Have a wonderful blessed day and always be kind. Follow me on Instagram http://www.instagram.comlifewithlane14 Continue to practice social distancing, wash your hands, and don’t forget about your neighbor! #onelove

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Variations On a Theme

A tale told by an idiot, as
the most exalted of English writers
once wrote.
Stories are what encompass us;
the human experience uniform in
its variation.
Contact, community, care, and compassion
at odds with
isolation, indignity, indiscretions.

Our experience in this life defined
not by those who would enforce their
own narrative, but by how
we choose
to write our story.

Our strength is in our fragility;
our downfall in refusing to recognize this.
We are a community of individuals,
telling our unique stories in the same ways,
combined through creation;
variations on a theme
sung into being by
Something other.

by Erik Shinker

Four Year Anniversary!

Yet another year has passed with us all in a strange place that I certainly didn’t see coming. You have all been so supportive despite the fact my content and schedule have changed, and that is such a comfort.

I used to list my stats of the types of posts, amount of followers, and more information like that; however, this blog has become much more of a personal outlet for me over the last year, so I will simply thank you again for all of your support.

I can’t say what is certain in the future, but I will continue to blog as long as I have content to share.

Sincerely,
Erik
Perpetually Past Due

Kitty

Previously: Three Year Anniversary!

Disenchanted

Love does not exist;
at least, not that
splendid thing described by
the romantic and empathetic.

Now we search for something
to fulfill ourselves, rather than another.
What they give to me is
of import; more than anything
I could give them.

We compare ourselves and,
in a self-serving delusion to force influence,
coach others on how to be
beautiful, or
successful, or
better
like us.

We justify and force ourselves to
believe that sharing our
“success” stories
somehow uplifts others, even
when we spew the same platitudes as
every other entrepreneur.

by Erik Shinker

An Impromptu Blog Post: Poem Shared at Vita Brevis Press

Good morning, readers!

An impromptu post to let you all know that my poem, Beautiful Things, has been shared by Vita Brevis Press. Please click the link to read it, and other poems.

Vita Brevis Press is, according to their about page:

“… a bestselling small publisher dedicated to emerging and established poets, circulating their work in an online magazine and in physical anthologies. Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine publishes some of the best emerging poets out there, pairing their work with tonally relevant artwork.”

A huge thank you to Brian Geiger for accepting and sharing my submission.

What You Bring

Creation,
whether done for
oneself or another,
should be shared;
however,
what we make is part of a
conversation across
time and space.

The closest we may come to actual time travel;
I write this, on a gray, January morning, but
who knows when you are reading it? Or where?
I sit on a rusty folding chair that has been
on this earth
longer than me;
a blanket placed between it and myself to
provide some semblance of comfort.

The type of blanket will vary by reader;
does it have a pattern? Is it
geometric? Is the name of my alma mater sewn
into the corner?
Is it an afghan? A quilt?
Is it threadbare, fluffy, or or thin?
It all depends on how much I choose to tell, and
what is left for you to fill.

Once we hand it off, whether by
posting online, or
publishing on paper, or
speaking into the universe,
only one part of this
transcendental transaction between
creator and consumer is complete.

The creation itself exists between
our intention and
what you bring;
read into it what you will, but
know that the mirror of Art reflects
more than the artist.

by Erik Shinker

Poetry

It’s the warmth of a summer sun
pressing through and pouring between the
gaps of illuminated tree leaves;
it’s the peaceful, calming noise of pouring rain that
trickles through gutter and pipe;
it is imagery conjured into something more real
than the spell of any grey-bearded sorcerer or
maiden, mother, and crone.

Attempts have been made to trap and categorize it;
free verse, rhyme, rhythm.
Something so primal, yet we
try to define and cage something
part of ourselves

Storytelling is written into the components of our DNA;
empathy is what sets us apart from the
teeming masses of inscrutable animals.
No matter the meter or method,
poetry is the thread that binds us.

by Erik Shinker