An intruder in the garden, two steps by two steps. We are alone but only for the brief periodbetween one hue of the sky to another. The sun sets too soonfor any work to be done and we are home again Waiting for the minute hand to lay itself on twelve Twelve handsTwelve bodies Twelve […]
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FREEWRITING EXERCISE #88
Variations on a theme. The taste of freshly cut pear in the mouth, theoff tune of seagulls by the pier. The swirl of wine in a green glass bottle. In this poem, we are going, back to a timewhen we did not know what it took to hurt one another. People strolling down the sidewalk, […]
FREEWRITING EXERICSE #86
Silence, then. Silence on a silver platter, silence in the central column of our spines.Silence in the hallways. Threesteps down a wooden staircase,the familiar gallop of a manrushing on his way to work;his hands running down the bannister as though a flourishon a keyboard. In the deep thick mud of my insignificant anxieties I find […]
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 #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 #62
Four corners to everything if you try hard enough. To find the junction where Wall A meets Wall B is a matter of imagination. To fit one body into another, an act of cooperation. Reconciliation. I cannot help it but picture the world in blocks. I have never played Minecraft in my life, but I’ve […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #57
There is no bastion left for me in this uncharted territory. The birds have stopped tweetingtheir daily prayer, and images undownload themselves into the aether. What I wanted was some peace to act like I never knew anything but. Every path forward is a path intothe waiting jaws of a sleeping beardreaming about an emotion […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #56
The world is the shiny bald head of an infant,an egg waiting to be cracked over a pan. I imagine if the Earth would be dropped from a great, great height it’d burst likea water balloon at that child’s first birthday partywhere they first learn the limits of their lungs and limbs.We are constantly walking […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #55
like a vine it growsover the living room walls we’re seated there in the palm of some unseeing god the fingers, tenseand ready to closein with all the gentle rage of a mother it has been seven days sinceI last saw the sun I know it has been seven days because I have been counting […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #53
Drawing out a line, extending from the forearm of a man you’ve lovedto forget, you are heading down yetanother backalley into a town with no name but yours. Your name on the streets, like a flock of birds, a mob of hungry hungry cars, running to death on fumes and long-fought wars. At times, you […]
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