A man hangs his laundry at nightHigh up in the skyOn a cold December line.Does he think aboutThe crunch of his clothing?His hands must be freezing.Water droplets turn intoIciclesOn his linens.He hangs up the last shirt.His washing is suspended aboveThe whole neighbourhood.Is he aware ofThe spectacle he’s making?Has he readThe poem I’m writing?Has he noticedContinue reading “December Laundry Line”
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Gender Invites Comment
Gender invites comments, questions, and suspicion. Gender invites opinion. Gender is individual, yes, but it is also social. Gender has been forced upon me, and gender has been withheld from me. I’ve been free to explore my gender, and at the same time, it has imprisoned me. I have a complicated relationship with gender. IContinue reading “Gender Invites Comment”
The 2,000-Word Essays Will Have to Wait
There are days when I can write a 2,000-word essay in one sitting, no problem, and then there are days when I struggle to get a single coherent sentence out. Welcome to being a writer. This shit’s hard. I can’t compare the good days to the bad ones. Expecting myself to write a 2,000-word essayContinue reading “The 2,000-Word Essays Will Have to Wait”
A Good Life
A good life involves at least a little wandering. A good life involves at least a lot of questioning. A good life involves not always knowing where to go or who to be. A good life involves motion and stillness in unequal parts. A good life involves a mix of hard reality and playful fantasy.Continue reading “A Good Life”
Your Art Does Not Define You
Your art does not define you. I have created pieces that no longer resonate with me. I have made arguments in essays that I no longer agree with. I have forgotten the meaning behind some of my poems. I have created something one moment and felt perplexed by it the next. This used to frightenContinue reading “Your Art Does Not Define You”
Sage Pantony 