Tag: angst

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 […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #52

Like a fisherman on the shore,pulling out the deep sea like a brush stroke, a long drag from someone else’s cigarette, and the pitter-patter of ink blots on a worm-eaten pier. I am self-diagnosing problems in the name of poetry. If poetry is, as old men put, the best words in the best order, doesorder […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #49

highway palette plank on plankto a distant star think of yellowdirt-runed dunes of carrot cakesand flowing in infinite hour-glasses off the side of a lonely planet some other side of thislonely galaxy what is the colourof your gratitude can you explainthe middle ground between greenand not-green and who knows what there is to do at […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #45

a flat cap, a smushed shoe, the lawn cuttings left out orphaned and buzzcut bleeding steady, a brokendown car by the side of a cruise liner, a ship at the bottom of the sea,a cabin locked and floodingwith all of the world’s answers within it, like a child rubbing their stomach,a pot-bellied pig waiting to […]