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We are taught,
Are for other people,
As they navigate the course
And direct the scene of our love.
Why is that?
I’ll understand my journey
But if need be,
Or if you need me,
May resilience resound my words,
Remember these things I say:
I still miss you
And I’d kiss you
If I could…
Because in order to
Serve and Protect,
We took advantage of someone else…
And because they haven’t noticed,
We just don’t see it yet.
As I ride the subway,
I look out into windows
Of parallel lives and trains,
Wondering how much of myself
Is looking back…
Wondering if he will see himself
A hot comb straightens my new growth.
The edges of my existence.
Though I trim the dead ends,
My mane still feels unhealthy.
Still it seeks nourishment.
Something is missing and broken.
Broke and in pain…
In that place,
Will I kneel?
Speak and sing praise to a God
I’ve felt in the past has forsaken me?
Thank them for my experience?
Tell them I now realize
I didn’t get the short end of the deal?
Had a better hand.
REVIEWS & CONVERSATIONS: AMERICAN CAVEWALL SONNETS – C. T. SALAZAR (BULL CITY PRESS)
At what point does poetry transcend to testimony? What are the requirements? Is it the intersectionality of varying experience or moving tales of perseverance?
The fabric of time is interwoven.
Interweaves our lives,
Through what succeeds
As it becomes entangled
With what proceeds…
The stories of our lives,
And variations of versions of me…
That the light we see,
And radio waves we receive,
Are just us…
Trying to communicate,
REVIEWS & CONVERSATIONS: BLACK WICK: SELECTED ELEGIES – SHARON KENNEDY-NOLLE (VARIANT LIT)
“Utilizing heavy subject matter, vivid descriptions of the experience of losing a child are expressed. This collection of poems carries stories many of us hope never to know, but in those of us who have, seek sorely to truly discuss.”
The weight of divorce,
Still wafts in the room sometimes.
Hangs on my shoulders,
It stains my new shirt with tears,
After I got dressed up just for him…
REVIEWS & CONVERSATIONS: LET GO OF THE HANDS YOU HOLD – MARISSA GLOVER (MERCER UNIVERSITY PRESS)
When I open this collection, I approach it differently than I would most. I flip pages and find connections in what could be disjointed and unconnected things.
I remove myself,
Like a missing citation.
I carry the weight of thoughts,
But not the words
To reference the feelings,
I exist in narratives and stories
That I fear few will understand,
And even fewer will ever read.
I find comfort,
In who we are.
Like undesired pieces
On pages in a bin,
Soon to be deleted,
Immediately waiting to be erased,
From Random(ly) Accessed…
REVIEWS & CONVERSATIONS: PROFIT | PROPHET – PATRICK BLAGRAVE (RECENTER PRESS)
While this review differs from my traditional approach, I welcome this variation without question. We must face the reality in which we stand in terms (and conditions) of the captor we simply label as debt.
My life is falling apart.
Slipping from my grasp,
While I hold it together,
I can’t understand
The reason for my circumstance.
I moved in slowly.
Circled my situation intently.
Vulture picking the carcass,
Of who I was and used to be.
My past became nourishment…
REVIEWS & CONVERSATIONS: PALM LINES – JONATHAN KOVEN (TOHO PUBLISHING)
Since completing its pages, I daydream of skies raining amethyst and words of wisdom yelled from random apartments windows.
It was only a matter of time.
Our existence would only exist
In this chapter of my life.
The length was still undefined.
And with words
Lost in translation,
We exist on borrowed time.
Moments stolen from my dreams…
But I had to accept that
We were no longer
I took days of distance,
Contemplated all my exes,
Reflected & Reminisced,
Made a few decisions
On how to measure…
The depths of this experience
Random analogies and metaphors,
Simple words and phrases,
Popular for mass consumption.
I desire none of that.
DISINTEGRATION – PAUL ROBERT MULLEN (ANIMAL HEART PRESS)
Very often I felt as though the poem depicted a moment I was forgetting; frantically trying to remember the details to, as to savor some beautiful moment.
WORKING ANIMALS – LIAM BATES (BROKEN SLEEP BOOKS)
After reading this body of work, I discuss its topics and subject matter with a respect that I did not expect to have when starting it.
YELLOW JOURNALISM: THANK YOU FOR THE CONTENT – REGGIE JOHNSON (RAD PRESS BOOKS)
One of my favorite wordplay moments, in this collection, can be seen in the confidence exuded in lines like “Reciprocation at its simplicity, You was the one taking shots, And now you stay missing me” (I Love Me).
YELLOW JOURNALISM: QUIET, GRIT & GLORY – RICKY RAY (BROKEN SLEEP BOOKS)
Many of the pieces in this book challenged me, while some baffled me, others stirred tears I frequently wipe while composing this review.
REVIEW: IR /RATIONAL – KALEB TUTT (ROARING JUNIOR PRESS)
If you have ever wondered if “that” one in a million situation could happen, Tutt has opened the floor for its discussion. – Bradley Galimore
So am I making closing remarks?
Or is this a follow up discussion?
I just wanna avoid un-alerted spoilers,
And their possible repercussions.
REVIEW: SPECTRUM OF FLIGHT – DAVID HANLON (ANIMAL HEART PRESS)
Utilizing the layout of text on the page, suggestive titles and clever wordplay, he creates an intricate narrative that enhances the reading experience.
I listened to a song that made me think of you.
An album I hadn’t heard later,
I feel like I knew you better than when
I invested time in knowing you.
What happens when you wonder,
If to be with someone
Means just putting up with each other,
Or finding another person
Who thinks about these things too,
As you both say nothing,
And simply exist
In this gray area?
Moisturized and slightly,
Smoother than silk…
Is the spot in which I bask
In my after glow.
Your satisfaction in tow,
You told me:
“We are each other.
We exist with one another…
In our current and past lives…
We will always be together.”
In front of the sink,
Move your toothbrush
And look up into the mirror.
Let me embarrass my mother in ways
She hopes to never have to discuss…
Or at least never imagined to.
We were both falling.
I wonder sometimes who would catch us,
And every time he reminds me,
Hopefully for me this act won’t be a repeat,
So I guess I’ll just keep the tempo…
I’d like to believe that there’s another story inside of me. One that’s finding the deep and intricate words to move me forward from when I considered that I’d lost my touch. Quiet as it’s kept, I’ve already written what I consider to be the best work of my life. So, what now?
LENNY sits down with us in an exclusive interview, sharing the experiences of living/loving in his thirties. These are the stories shared between him, his partner, the writer and you.