And in the end,
We are all just humans
Drunk on the idea
That love,
Only love,
Could heal our
Brokenness.
Poem: Christopher Poindexter
Photographer: Kali Spitzer
Holding On Through The Grief
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That’s What Art Is
Those moments you feel alone, those moments you are alone and storytelling, be it in the form of film, song, some medium that drags you from the depths of despair. That is what art has done since the beginning of time, that’s why humans value it so much. It saves us and keeps us going when nobody else can. For all those who contribute to that, thank you. When was the last time art held you when a body could not?
Plastic Faces
As a writer I know how hard being a poet is. The poems job is to fill you with descriptive imagery succinctly. Poindexter nails it every time. The world is a harsh place, people are often cruel, no wonder one can feel like crawling out of their skin in social situations. Have you ever felt socially awkward? What did you learn from the experience? I’ve learned that you can always find a person to chat with, as long as you get out of your head.
I Do
This is very interesting the fact that he left out the word you. It means more, it makes the poem more powerful due to the intimacy, like a note between two lovers alone. What do you think? Photo: Christopher Poindexter Insta
The Ocean Breathes Salty
Who makes you feel this way? I have drowned many men, waiting for the one who can swim. Even if you fail you can say you tried, tell the person you love how you feel.
Oh Happy Day
Christopher Poindexter. It’s the simple things in life. Monday done right.