The Poem of the Planck Constant
The littlest we do
A morning smile
Reassuring hand on the shoulder
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes
It is difficult to generate good will in the middle of entropy. Everyone flying in their own elliptical alignments. It’s funny the way people talk sometimes. Like words don’t have energy. Don’t deliver flames. Simply misplacing the comma can level a town.
The littlest things we do:
Sometimes lever the world.
Marc Janssen has been unkind to his muse. Being a copywriter with pressure, deadlines, and criticism will make a person like that. But she has been nice and you can find his work haphazardly scattered around the internet, in printed journals and anthologies such as Off the Coast, Cirque Journal, Penumbra, The Ottawa Arts Review and Manifest West.