Category: Poetry

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #80

Perhaps the trick to this is not to come into the experience expecting to walk out of it somehow more clever, with better hair or a more slender body. After all everything’s a trick of the mind, really, even the arbitrary flip-flop coin-flip box-office-crashing rotten-tomatoes-smashing nature of good and bad, because what’s really good at […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #79

In this version, I am sitting quiet in the forest behind my house, my path back having long been coveredwith snow. The trees are quiet brushes in anotherman’s bathroom, the lake the frosted-over mirror. My hands are heavy with the weight of longing, andso cold from the wintry air. It was not the best idea […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #78

Idle, the hands rest on the sides,in grasp of air, filling pockets with sands of time and other vagrants; I am finding a wayto turn the meaningless into indecipherable monomania,the repeating-repeating-re-peating of a long-loved scotch,and the quiet call of a morningbird before it flies into glass; What is life but to run forwardwith your eyes […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #77

Sometimes I have little to say / crossing the stream that runs / behind the backs of houses / I watch my self in the puddle / a coin-mirror lying belly-up / a glimpse of what could be / Nowadays my eyes are itchy / and I go into town goal-less / with my pockets […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #76

a spine like a keyboard / the blacks intersecting the whites / ridges like a bookshelf / tracing the line with a careful finger / I am brought backto road trips in Iceland / the un-certainty of an off-road track / our wheels caked deep in snow / the burst tyre / our car a […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #73

Having given out the last of hispocket change to the homeless man sitting outside his house, with his cardboard manifesto in hand, thelung came home empty-handed. The lights were off, because the eyes did not pay the utilities, havingresigned themselves from their jobs at the publishing house. Now they walk about takingin the dark like […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #72

Like all love, it happened at an inconvenient time / doubling over in the grass /the whirr of a lawnmower still running rounds downthe cul-de-sac / lying there with his half-trimmed lawn /I wonder what he must haveseen / His nostrils, filled withthe afterglow of shorn blades / His breath coming in and outlike his […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #71

My head, tumbling downa stair; a crick in the neck,the world as a rotoscope, step upon step upon step;my head, a last minute addition to a bowling alley;my teeth, pins waiting to be put into flesh, and my tongue waxed and polished;my body is a body of water,in the same way a lake is an […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #70

I can fit all my faces into the headspace of a book.In the book, between every line a confession waits.Waiting for confession, I sit in the pews of the church.Spewing sermon and half-baked prayer I am mindful. Mind full of ideas half-baked in the sun like roadkill.Killers or their supporters all about the morning roads.Mourning, […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #69

your shape in the dark / a swan’s neck craning about the moon / O loveyour voice / a whisper inan empty room / a fingeron the spine / delicateas if to cut / catch in the throat / chamber loaded and private / in my head it is so plush / so quiet but […]