It’s not the kind you’re thinking of
the one where someone is sprawled
in temporary catatonic splendor
from excessive consumption
nor the kind where the power is out
and the town looks ghostly
except for all of the phones
lighting up the midnight sky

No, it’s the yearning for something a society less obsessed with lightning in their cables and their speed qualifications and creating nesting doll systems of life hacking and growth hacking and job hacking and hacking hacking It’s the yearning for something dark like a blackout, where the light is gone and all we have is each…

Welcome to the weekly newsletter from Loose Words. These letters go out every Thursday and highlight many of our published poems from the past week. We hope that these poems assist you in finding the words you need to match your thoughts.

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” — Robert Frost

Each week, we post a few lines from each featured poem (all friend links so anyone can read them) to give you a preview window. We encourage you to read the full versions of the ones that speak to you…

Send me to space and watch me get
universally centrifugal inside of this suit
the armor to shield me as I launch
into a new stratosphere or dimension of thought
without leaving this planet, or even this room,
I allow my mind to blast off
and experience weightlessness
after years of holding all the weight
it’s nice to live gravity-free

Call me an astronaut as my mind wanders free in search of a new horizon, a new destiny held inside a grab bag of words and sentences that allow me to float in space as just another star, with its…

Welcome to this week’s newsletter from Assemblage. These newsletters go out every Friday to highlight some of the top works from the past week. We hope these links (all friend links, so anyone can view them) find you reaching out for Spring, and in so doing, for hope.

“I’m not saying abolish group work — I think there’s a time and a place for people to come together and exchange ideas, but let’s restore the respect we once had for solitude. And we need to be much more mindful of the way we come together.” — Susan Cain

It’s been…

Lost in the balance of time
I wade through minutes
staring at monoliths
of reverse polarity
trying to slow me down,
but what’s so strange
is that I wasn't speeding at all,
I was just going with the flow,
ever so gently, and still,
I got lost

Time levels me like a see-saw
showing me future and past
in a stream of consciousness
of future lust and past desire
as my eyes close to the bright light
of time passing me by
inside of an hourglass
slowly losing all of its sand

Sometimes it’s spinning around me and others it’s…