Blake Leitch

Blog 24/04/19

I know, I know! It’s been a minute since I last wrote one of these things. However, in my defence, I’m terribly lazy. Anyways, I’ve had some thinkings over the last wee while and figured I’d write something for nobody to read. (more…)

To Balto, To Togo, To All The Good Boys

When Hell froze over,
you sprinted for infinity.
Granted, to run
seemed your sole affinity,

but simply doing
your simple love
made all the difference
‘tween nil and enough.

So thank you for Nome,
and thank you for hope;
may you ever tread prints
in the freshest of snow.

PERSPECTIVE: ‘Fear is Hope’ BY MARIANNE MOORE

By Marianne Moore (more…)

Art

Smile again and joke again and laugh again.
And when the audience is gone,
write again and listen to heartbreak again.
Whatever you do, do as ever you’ve done
and paint o’er the cracks of you again.

Love Letter

I speak of you in whispers,
I hold you to no fault,
I act as hopeless
new romantic,
allow Maybe no salt.

I hold Her glassy spindles,
Her fragile weavings through
the space of future
as could-be suitor
to the hopes and dreams of you.

Perspective: ‘Injudicious Gardening’ BY MARIANNE MOORE

If yellow betokens infidelity,
I am an infidel.
I could not bear a yellow rose ill will
Because books said that yellow boded ill,
White promised well;

However, your particular possession-
The sense of privacy
In what you did-deflects from your estate
Offending eyes, and will not tolerate
Effrontery.

By Marianne Moore (more…)

Healyourself

I never had to face
the box tattooed on my arm,
and I know one too many
who did while people kept dancing.
But giving myself a try
means finding a ground floor
tattoo parlour, means flying
to my own Neverlands,
means words spilling from a fountain pen
instead of a keyboard.
And enlightenment was never
a one-off, but a lifetime
fraught between disdain and delight.
To give myself a try
means burning the bible
and spending a lifetime gluing ashes.

You know, for the amount that you’re paid,
you’re not very good at this.