Can it be that we nourish
one of the Fates in our bosoms?
Clotho, sewing our lives
with a bony little foot
on a borrowed sewing machine,
and our fates will be like hers,
and our hems crooked forever?
Being Present for the Moment
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An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
I love Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry – so much to think about.
Yes, she is always worth returning to.
Elizabeth is terrific but to imagine my life all that crooked might be a reach. Even she had far to go before crooked. Is it vanity or self importance that creeps in? By definition, can poetry folk be all that crooked? Unreliable, probably. Morally corrupt? Let’s not let imaginations go wild.
I’m with you here.
sure hope not…
Agree.
Crazy poem… kind of perfect for me to let you know that the Black Dress post is up. https://artgowns.com/2019/06/16/the-black-dress/
Thanks for using the poem. Your drawings, and models, were outstanding as usual.