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Nicole Peats |
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If I Could Have Any Superpower I’d choose
psychic or telepath. This has been
my preference since childhood, when I felt
certain the only language capable of
producing world peace would escape
the limitation of verbal speech, which I often
felt impeded empathy. Back when I
was optimistic. Back when I
believed it was possible to overcome personal bias. Back before I
had the internet. In this post
2020 world I still believe psychic
capabilities could have saved millions. Assuming we
could still be optimistic. Assuming it’s
possible to overcome personal biases. Assuming we
trust human experience and the
scientific method more than we
trust the internet. From One Poet to Another
~ a
thank you note to Dominic Monaghan In the echo
chamber void of isolation
downtime and internet wormholes, watching
conspiracy theories and
misinformation news stories chase each other like an
endless ouroboros, lost in that
space between heartbeats, shattered by
a sea of scattered pixels your poetry
is the lifeblood I seek. This
promise of mutual
humanity: a whispered
defibrillation sparked by inspiration and imagery, rhythm and
vocabulary. this snapshot of a mental
process shared with the world in polaroid
sincerity. Whether it’s
the “ghost in your heart,” “A feather
floating in a glass jar,” or a crush
“leaving the party with an
umbrella, and a coat
made of Treacle and Starlight,” there’s
kinship in the details, beacons in
the space between syllables. In taking my
breath away you remind me to inhale. Nicole Peats grew up in Southeast Missouri, before moving to a city with nicer weather (aka Chicago). As morbid as it sounds, she credits a world-wide pandemic, plus a few key inspirational figures, for motivating her to reconnect with her artist side, after a seven year hiatus. She also would be remiss if she did not mention the La Grange Writer’s Group, of which she’s a member, for their instrumental critique and inspiration over the past couple of years. |
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