Dread Poets Sobriety

Good afternoon, dear readers! Always a privilege to be here!

I’ve recently been pondering somewhat the future of this enterprise. I will concede, and I don’t much care for these truths but here we are… this site essentially started as a vanity project. Somewhere to publish my overflowing folder of words and then people can tell me how great it was. Yep. That was me. Ego is a fascinating thing. Such matters have, (thankfully), taken a backseat over the years and that’s not exactly our purpose at this time. I’m coming to the realization that if I care to make a difference, which I certainly do, am I really doing myself and more importantly others a kindness by ignoring the state of the world? Is a brief moment of respite superior to acknowledgement, compassion and understanding? Was I to start spewing albeit responsible and truthful but admittedly dark rhetoric would that be a net gain or loss? I honestly do no know. What I do know is that I cannot watch these events go on much longer without standing up in more concrete resolution. It will cost me friends and I hate that but also know, (generally), what is right and wrong. Regardless of what this space’s original intent may have been. It would seem that not only with great power comes great responsibility but so to does extremely minimal power and not proportionally. Reach out if you’ve any thoughts, I welcome advisement. As much as I do not care to engage in the vitriol is that the most efficient manner of translating a more loving message? Does love actually triumph over evil? I suppose we will find out.

So much for the two sentence opening. Anyway, our issue today is one of absolute import… Gen Z, what’s up with the high socks? For me, the entire point of wearing shorts is so my legs may be free, why cover that up? Cankles notwithstanding, of course. That said, on colder days I can totally see the high socks favorably. In fact, it’s possible that I now identify as bi-sock-tual. Have been converted for colder days. Still, I’m not pan-sock-tual, not every sock is right for me, but I am willing to entertain the notion of high socks. So, I’m bicurious? I don’t know. As long as there are no naked women involved it’ll turn out ok. Probably.

“Amelie”, Jan.21, 2025.

Sandpaper smooth

Chords of soul 

Diligent surety 

Lightly stepping 

Frenetic stabs 

Twisty, maudlin dance 

Rhythm eruptions 

Spiked levity 

Raining sunshine 

And we bask. 

Perhaps this would have been more topical were it still sunny like yesterday. Sometimes, though, the memory of sun on the dark days is what gets me through. Eventually the clouds always pass. Irksomely not on my schedule but they will inevitably dissipate. Anyway, not in love with this poem but nor do I despise it. A medium effort. That’s something I really like about accounting, you can hold up your work or the journal and say conclusively, this balances it is ALL GOOD. I appreciate that rigidity at times. Poetry? This could easily be the most inestimable scrap of excrement ever put to page. Someone is guaranteed to think that, in fact. Through my professional years I’ve learned through both comedy and work, you can say the same thing to 100 different people and get 100 variations of a response. So, I AM still writing for myself? Perhaps it’s like sobriety, I need to maintain mine in order to help anyone else. I need to write for myself in order for anyone else to enjoy.

So many questions today. SO much uncertainty. And that is ok. I maintain faith that everything will eventually work out. At least I pray it does.

This became far more pensive and introspective than intended so I apologize for that. Perhaps it’s interesting to others to watch me take the mental baby steps in live time.

An adventure every time I sit down, was planning on talking about kangaroos. Next time!

Thank you so much, my friends. Be blessed, be loved, BE LOVE.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tails,

-Alex Blaikie