Avi Sato Boeken

You put away childish things and swallowed your creativity when you came of age. You forgot that you were more than just another person. You took a razor to the reality of your difference and decided that to fit in you would become another member of a society that didn’t approve of you. And then you, on top of it all, you stopped dreaming and that’s when your life ended.Sure, you still live and breathe and drink and entertain yourself horizontally but your life, it ended when you were a child. Do you want to laugh and smile again without the need for social lubricant and self-deprecation?Poetry isn’t an expression of someone else’s truth. It’s an invitation to look in the mirror, not at your lipstick or even at the particular brand of stiletto feminism you’ve imagined will save you from the lust of each male you encounter today. It’s a personally-addressed question to give yourself permission in this moment, this place, this state of self to stop being acceptable and start being happy.You want to smile, don’t you?

i was once a child of the rock, north america's eastern-most landmass, newfoundland. it may be an island but it is approximately the size of portugal so it is a vast, sparsely-populated land of wilderness, surrounded by the icy waters of the north atlantic.inspired to capture some of its rugged cold and the vibrancy of its colors and the people who live on its harsh coastline, i have selected the spare and rigid form of the haiku, a visitor from another island nation not dissimilar in many respects.while japanese verse may feel a world away from the salt spray and fish-devoted life of traditional newfoundland, these are two cultures of the sea bound inextricably to her waves and currents, her gifts and the sacrifices she demands of her neighbors.journey with me across the island three lines at a time, from conception bay to the northern peninsula and back down to the west coast's whale-soaked legacy. you won't find stories here in the traditional sense but you may just smell the ocean's spray if you close your eyes and breathe deeply the essence of the atlantic.

long ago and not so far away, you imagined the world made sense, that people were inherently good and would help you if you got hurt.now you know the truth.we have spent thousands of years learning how to hurt each other more effectively in our minds and hearts and with our hands, swords, guns and bombs.we are very good at it.so good we decided not only to hunt those we saw as weaker, animals and other humans, but the whole environment. we attacked the air as if we didn't breathe it, the water as if it was our worst enemy and the land, that was just dirt beneath our feet.in school, they taught you humans are animals.how right they were.--all news is fakeif knowledge is the enemyand you dream of lust