Steve Westby

@stevewestby.bsky.social

Psychologist (but not yours). Poet. Father of two. Progressive. Author of "By Way of Introduction" (https://a.co/d/dVigNQl)

Humiliated was it worst when i married and my ex refused to dance or perhaps when teenage me bought flowers stood upon her porch in earnest naivete maybe that moment the cats walked in staring at our strange contortions when, clearly, it was breakfast #emoetry

Grim yes the world may end the bad politicians win election after election the very earth burn worse? you may tire of my sonnets and the way I smile just because you are but not yet on this day? your lips twist upward in patience and bemusement #emoetry

Tend we think it's simpler with gardens a little water, a bit of weeding but mostly that's because we don't garden never learn to reach in feel the inch below the surface feel when water replenishes or overruns so when we meet the human soul we're lost #vss365

my love if you ask me: what is healing? I'll take your hand, press it on your heart and say: Shakespeare did his magic to this rhythm that is you and if you say: pain is there I will tell you: Juliet was not yet fourteen and her heart outlived the dagger #poetry

Temptation the skin breaks open and sweetness rushes out as if it waited for us as if sumptuous flavor enlivening our mouths and flooding our senses was just ordinary not the very thing we spend days seeking and pine for when it's missing #vss365

Arrive maybe it happens when we turn somehow look into soul's mirror and see the details sadness around the eyes a hesitant voice or perhaps angry steps after all the landmines and whisper yes yes, I know you. we are one. #vss365

Ascend the baby stares at me offended maybe and I am lost did I offer the wrong bottle? fail to clean the binkie or clean it too well? is it just that I am not the mommy and my face brings no solace? bewildered, I trip over myself as I walk closer my face now goofy and she giggles #vss365

Shift I come to the bridge my car edges into lower gear I look at the water far below and something ugly reaches up old and dark taunts me to turn the wheel sings of nothing, sweet, unburdened nothing but a laundry list a speck of verse bobbing in Missouri's flow #vss365

I wonder how life would be if our inner world had show notes or drama reels if our inner struggles were simply...known as obvious and transparent as shoe size or hairstyle if pain and fear were ubiquitous might we love our own? #poetry

Momentum how often i let fear of being too much hold me back from sharing a simple, painful truth: I love you and it's too soon and i'm ridiculous but at least i've stared into the soul of me and said what's achingly true #vss365