Tuesday, June 30, 2020
and saw you in the park, and asked you
who you were waiting for
and you turned and as you turned
we found ourselves at our wedding
and I turned to you to say,
and you turned to me and we were in a house
with pictures of us on the walls and I turned to you
and you said
"Who are you?" and I said
"Who am I? Who are you and what's going on-"
and you turned to me and our children
ran past us and the girl held onto my legs, laughing
and you turned to me and
my back began to ache and I caught the reflection of myself
in the mirror and my hair was starting to grey and I
turned to you and you had tears in your eyes
and you said, "Stop, please, stop," and I held your hand
and said, "I'm sorry, this isn't me, I'm not doing this -" and you
turned to me, at our boy's graduation and rested your head
against my shoulder and said, "How is this happening?" and I could not answer
but your head felt good against my shoulder, even if
it was my mother's funeral and I
turned to you in the empty house while we waited for one of them to call
and said, "If I had known, I would never have-" and you turned to me
as I turned to you
as you turned to me in the hospital bed, holding my hand
holding your hand, you turned to me and I turned to you
and I bent my head down and kissed you
and kissed you
and kissed you
for what will always feel
like the first time
and I turned to you.
Written by Me at 7:15 AM
Friday, May 22, 2020
I'm writing to let you know that the second book in my short-book project is out. It's called What We Should Do When This Is Over and it follows an old man and a young boy as they try to navigate a world in which no one goes outside anymore and normal seems very, very far away.
I wrote this book, with illustrations by my good friend and artist Rikus Ferreira, to deal with my own anxiety about the pandemic and to talk about the mundane, everyday things that I miss. This morning, my 3 nearly-4 year old asked me if we could go to the beach and I had to try and explain, again, about the really bad cold that's going around and that's why we can't go to the beach. Or to the playground. In two weeks, I'm going to have to try and explain why she's not going to have the birthday party I know she wanted. And her birthday is the day after mine. Remember the world where someone would blow on a cake and we would all eat it? Everything feels so far away.
Between days when I could accomplish nothing and nights when I can't stop working, I made this. The friends I've shared it with so far have responded positively to it and I hope my readers enjoy it too.
You can buy a copy and read more here.
Thank you for your time. I hope you're well out there and I send you my absolute best,
Iain S. Thomas
Written by Me at 5:38 AM
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Monday, April 6, 2020
here and in print by clicking here.
Written by Me at 2:29 AM
Monday, February 10, 2020
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
(I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.)
So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause.
(I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.)
And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little more calm.
(But I’m burning inside, just like the sky.)
What’s good, isn’t great, and who are you pretending to miss tonight?
(There’s no one and nothing left to cry about, so why don’t you go ahead and cry a little more about yourself.)
Written by Me at 11:29 PM