Autobiographies

Mike Essig
Dec 22, 2019 · 1 min read
Magritte

Call them the sum
of all our lives
never lived.

Tales we tell others
of fictive worlds
more real than real.

We don’t know what
happened, but recall
each imagined event.

What. When. Where.
All the sad details
reductively mundane.

We make what we live.

We inhabit paintings,
canvases touched by
our mind’s brushes.

No truth. No lies.

Only creations that
become our lives.

Other Voices

A sanctuary for orphaned poems and prose.

Mike Essig

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Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

Other Voices

A sanctuary for orphaned poems and prose.

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