Typewriter Series #2914 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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This isn’t what moonlight
was made for,
not painting rooftops
and building walls, not
drowned out with streetlamp,
with car horn and
hustle.
Moonlight is for sea,
for endless fields of wheat
in soft breeze,
moonlight is for dirt road
and dark tree on
horizon.
Moonlight is for hands,
for silence, for crunch
of earth under foot.
Seek the silver away
from the gold,
away from the glowing
pollution
we send into the heavens,
away from all the lights
we never put
out.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
There is a lot you cannot control right now, big picture things that spiral out of control and make us feel helpless. Instead of fighting this, focus on the tiny details, the hidden things our busy lives once hid. Use this time of stillness and quiet to find the textures of the life around us, marvel at the little things, and as I have said a dozen billion times, seek out the miracles in the mundane. They are there, disguised in plain sight, all around us. I love you all.
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Typewriter Series #2913 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Fumbling off the edge
of sickness,
last days where ache
remains, but hope
lights up
the horizon.
What was I,
wondered in haze
of soreness and
insomnia,
before this?
Such drama,
a time or two
each year,
we swear this
will be the one
that undoes
us.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
We are in the middle of a storm, and I will offer you know illusions, it’s going to get worse before it gets better. The landscape of this place will look different when we emerge after the winds have stopped, we will be different. This will be scary and this will be long and this will be hard. But. There is always a but, shining like torchlight at the mouth of the darkness, there is beauty still, there is peace and tenderness and, maybe for the first time, stillness where once only frenzy and noise. We are a world on pause, a civilization put on hold, and from this a gift has emerged, a gift of something we had more of once but frittered it away: Time. We have time to look into the eyes of those we are with, to step back from the cycle of busyness and motion, to connect, even if with digital and artificial means, with those who time and our lack of it has pushed further away than they should be. We can re-embrace play, become silly again as laughter is medicine, too. We can be bored, and in such, our creativity can grow. We can live selflessly, and truly put others in front of ourselves in ways we forgot we excelled at. We can love, we can love fiercely and show it in a million ways. We can look into clear skies now that our pollution has been restrained, we can marvel at the way this planet heals as we heal, and reevaluate what it means to care for this earth, we can see, finally now the smog lifts, our role in its illness. We are in a storm, all of us for the first time in a century, the whole world quiet with held breath and hope, and we can see now what we should have always seen, we are all faces of the same soul, all veins from the same heart, united in our suffering, but forever connected in our strength, in our endurance, in our joy.
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Typewriter Series #2912 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Wear me until I wear out,
faded and torn,
threads in need of patch
and sew.
Broken in I’ll be,
busted up into buttery soft
and better than
before,
best thing you own,
you’ll say,
been with me
all this while.
Curl me up at the foot
of your bed,
throw me over your
shoulder, and carry me
everywhere you go,
I’ve been with you since
the start,
when I was fresh,
when I was
new.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all of you. While the streets may be silent, the parades canceled, the pubs shuttered and empty, we can still celebrate. Celebrate and learn from a culture built on endurance, on survival. Let us all be Irish today, no matter what blood flows through you veins, let us all love fiercely, laugh mightily, and sing again at the top of our lungs. I love you all, stay safe, stay positive, stay in love with every moment of this life. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
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Typewriter Series #2911 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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There were clean cuts,
some I hardly felt,
there were precision
surgical removals
of the threads
from another’s
heart.
There were hack jobs,
butcherings with dull edge
and battered blade,
tearing and tugging
and scars that don’t fade
with others,
pieces left like sponges,
like scalpels
from surgeons forgetful
and untrained.
Some stick, some fade,
some grow roots,
burrow down deep
and know only
holding on.
We are forged
by what we
lose.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
