Tag: angst

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #39

there is something buried at the intersectionof love and hope / for which we have left no tombstone, no marker, no nameplate / some things are best left unnamed / or rather, that we take them away / to name something is to give it power / to speak something is to speakpower / without […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #37

hope is this ladder you build for yourself as you’re climbing it into heaven / every rung is a bone pulled from your own spine / so delicate that a strong wind could send you toppling into hell / hope is too much for me / sometimes the moreI climb the more I lose track […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #35

Give me a poet who does not know violence like the inside of their mouths, their tongues running across it to smooth the groove. Give me a poet who does not know what it means for injustice to take root and become its own narrative. Give me a poet who is not afraid of the […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #33

raise the curtains over this beehive / here is a magic trick / you have to wait for time to tell you the secret / but it’s noisy still / noisy still / noisy still / so much movement in so little space / is also a metaphor for my heart of hearts / there’s […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #30

I goose-body tether-walk down garden-pathfind picnic blooming pumpkins on picnic-mat and ten thousand ways to dishat a man my body plump with feathers and natural malice and my beak a car’s horn of notice me notice no geese allowed in the pub no geese allowedI am a walking instability of kinetic energy drawn to pull […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #27

Suspended in God’s gelatine, the stars are various unnamed slices of fruit, plucked off the last tree in the world. We are all ark-like on this blessed day, this day of endless rainstorm and wind, the invitation letter of an eternal flood. Or – I might be exaggerating. Some times call for simpler things to […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #25

My therapist described the pain as a knot bundled up in the body. Asshe started to try and smooth it out,I couldn’t help but imagine a bundle of yarn veined about my back. Imagineeach string coming loose, one by one, as the minute hand ticks on, the soundits own perverse voyeur. In some aspectsall pain […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #24

Come walk with me on this side of the street.The other side is full of riff-raff who want.The crossing itself is a tribulation, one most are not equipped to do. The traffic’s too fast,and we’re all heading in the same direction,aren’t we? I wouldn’t know. There’s a bendup ahead, and from there our paths diverge,but […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #23

Hammer drum the nail behind a spineI am letting God go to work on my backthe notches of my spine as steeples andthe bruises as my alms and offerings Oftentimes pain is the sign of existence plenty of our relations are based around itI think about its transactional nature and I am tempted to say […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #21

Allowing anger to flow in the vein A line of silver down a long highwayBreathing in to displace the haze Of yesterday’s fury and today’s melancholy The future is a glassy hourglass Filled with the ashes of mankind All my concerns and worries are sacrosanct but ultimately pointless in the face of greater problems See […]