I wonder if you share my dislike of poems about poets, novels about authors, and movies about actors. Often the subjects are a privileged class of people harping on some woe that casts them as a victim of misfortune. It’s tough to muster much empathy.
Well, here goes.
This is about a conflict that worms its way into my brain every time I sit down to write “Denim Spirit.” Like you, I assume, my heart is both breaking and erupting from all the gun violence and political violence; a particular politician’s corruption and malfeasance; atrocities committed by Russia, Hamas, Israel, and Sudan; plus all the atrocities against the planet. Even just the personal tragedies and grief that take up residence from time to time in my life and among those I love. The presence and weight of all that personal sorrow and anger is a wound we so........