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FREEWRITING EXERCISE #97

A ball on a table, my thoughtsunspool and drape off the edge,sentences unravelling their silkas my words break formation, their knees buckling under theweight of yet another period. I am constantly catching up to the kite-strings of my owntongue, and all its strugglesagainst the walls of its cell.Apostrophe, apostrophe. Nothing makes sense anymoreand it is […]

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 #18

i’ve been thinking of how to make a poem which isn’t a poem which is to say since everything can and should be poetry everything should and can be treated as such i wake up in the morning and my sheets are crumpled over in a balled hedgehog curl bound on the end of the […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #17

No mercy for the zealots, no mercy for those with their eyes shut and their hands over their ears rocking in their chairs over and over, no mercy for those who pray but do not practice, no mercy for false lovers and those who decide based on convenience, no mercy for those who engage in […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #16

Walking down the city boardwalk I am in pursuit of a greater evening. It is a miracle and a privilege to be alive and doing nothing at all. I commiserate and I conversate with the crowds of nobody relevant. Sometimes I let words unentangle their tongues in my pockets. My hands are at home there […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #15

God was a carpenter because I don’t know any carpenters. That is a way to start a prayer,in the same way it is to end one. Sometimes in the middle of crossing the road I stop to think of the luminal space between God and pavement. Consider: God as pavement.Consider: God as atheist. I am […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #14

Staring down the clock to divine meaning from the intersection of clock hands. Hands on top of hands, layers upon layers of intimacy stacked like a half-shuffled deck of cards. Is it any wonder why we personify Time? But why is Time a father? Time has never given us pause. Time is a mother, time […]