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Imperfect

: Brooklyn, NY

If you don’t like what you see
when you look at me,
look away—please feel free!
It’s okay if it’s for
eternity.

Autumn was often on my mind the past summer. I wasn’t really feeling the hot, sunny season as much as usual and was really looking forward to the leaves changing and the weather getting cooler. Every year, around this time, I buy a tiny pumpkin. Tiny it may be, but I find the little fruit to be oh-so cute. There are many novelties of each season to enjoy—I am all about the season we are in right now.

TINY PUMPKINS!!!!

Hello, October

Autumn is here! I am really hoping for positive changes in life to accompany the changing colors of the leaves. October begins tomorrow and there are 3 months left for 2018 to prove to be a kind year. I will try to make the most of it and roll with the punches when necessary. Cheers!

Under the Dust

Under the Dust

We rode through the field
To get to the old barn—
A stack of antique windows
Would soon be ours!
The smile on Pa’s face
Gave us consent to feel free
To take a few pieces of the past
From his tobacco farm

We cautiously climbed over
Unsteady wood—piled high
Evading rusty nails and idle tools
To gather our handsome treasures

A crack of thunder made us rush
To load up the truck
We closed the barn doors and drove off
Leaving behind—
Just another memory
To settle under the dust

Bad Friend

Bad Friend

Words and acknowledgement
Only after I provided them first
When I needed you most
You never asked,
Is there anything I can do?
I guess I was blind and never knew
A person I considered to be so true could be
A bad friend

Chasing after a cunning delusion
Years have gone by without
A whistle blown
The whistle is blowing now—
I am calling you out
I think all these years I really had
A bad friend

When you left, you always left me
Feeling strange and guilty
As if I failed my call of duty
Loving me back never seemed easy
Now I finally see—
It was you
It was not me
Behind the ingenuous mask lies
A bad friend

A decision has to be made
Do I keep you or let you go,
My dud of an amigo?
I wonder if there are any words
You could possibly say
To make me not want to sever ties
And just walk away today
Leaving behind
A bad friend

Stillness in Nature

Once again, I have collaborated with my fabulous graphic designer friend in NYC (Liz Daggar). Part 3—and likely the final piece—of my nature collection has arrived. My goal has been to inspire people to get outside and take it all in. All three books are available by clicking the link below:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/naturewanderer

A few pages from the book

Reviews of the last book

By Sarah West

Nov 1, 2017

Another beautiful work of art from Zac Gilbert! He has once again shared his love of nature with us through his lovely photographs and perfectly punctuates them with his written words.
By Brianna Ross

Oct 29, 2017

These books are so inspiring! The pictures make you want to go outside and look at the world around you. The poems are perfectly paired with the creative pictures! Zac really knows how to turn something you normally wouldn’t notice into something amazing. I highly recommend these books if you are looking for a work of art! Each time I look at them I notice something new.
By Cathy Norwood

Oct 28, 2017

This book is like the perfect cup of coffee, striking, comforting, and reminiscent of things I have felt, smelled, tasted before. The photos speak volumes on their own, some stunning and some haunting, but paired with poems that invite us right into Zac Gilbert’s heart and soul, the combination is intoxicating. He seems to capture beauty in details I might look right over and completely miss. To me, his photos are a quiet reminder to slow down and look around. I sat down to read/look at a few pages and I found myself soaking up each page to the end. These will be my coffee table books for the foreseeable future!

Hey for today

Hey for today

One day he ran
He ran very far away
Wondering if his family
Needed his stay

Fearless.
He should have been.

Soon, he looked back:
He heard a song
He was sitting on a stool
Holding a drink
He was singing along
He wondered why?!
He could not be there

I still see the back of you
Guiding and leading the pack
We biked miles to the beach
We could say anything!
Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody
Anything but: Goodbye

Hopefully, we are all okay
Yesterday was quite the memory
Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have
The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey?
Why do the colors of life go away?

The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say
Hey for today

25

Felt so great
To be alive
Dancing on tables
Reckless, but totally fine
Dreams that were planted
Grew strong in bright light
Confidently standing—
I was 25
Survival was pretty
Flowed just like water
Every little thing
Was going to be alright

If I could go back
And speak to me at 25
34 me would say:
Breathe it all in, man
Today is the day
Shake it and take it
As much as you can
You can do anything
You’re only 25!
Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me—
When I was 25

Prayers for Mary

Prayers for Mary

5 out of 7 days
She was there
Sitting, wiggling about
Working in her chair
A total pro
Selling her web
Killing the numbers
A diner burger and coffee
Never neglected
On her lunch hour
I know nothing she said
Now, I have nothing
Only best wishes
For Mary
She pops in my head
Here and there
Hearing the things
She would say
The scratching of scratch-offs
Cigarette walks with the dogs
—Hers was called Trouble
Oh, I used to have fun
I know all about fun
So, she covered for me
While I napped on a leather couch
Lucky winners we were to know her
Now, there is nothing?
I hear she is not all there
When she was always there
I do know one thing thing:
I have so many prayers
For Mary

Night of Cynthia

Night of Cynthia

She carries pain
In a designer handbag
Minds are left bound in a trap
I hated the hatred I felt one night
Deceived by superficial beauty
Beauty of Cynthia

She cuts through guts
To her, we’re hers
She dines on
Our vulnerable meat
What a surprise
Under porcelain skin hides
A foul and gluttonous sin
Sin of Cynthia

In a pricey restaurant
Red wine dripped down
Seductive, blood red lips
With the wipe of a napkin
She stood up in black heels
She flew off and she grew
Smaller and smaller
There was no trace left
Left of Cynthia

The curse of the witch
Left my trembling hands with a wish:
To stab evil with my dinner knife
But, I’m not like her
She’ll sleep tight—she is free
To wake up and hunt prey so naive
Check paid, I went home
Trying to forget the night
Night of Cynthia

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