Tag: Freewriting

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #102

In recent months I have beenabandoned by sadness. Moreaccurately, I have left her behind. No more the plucking of leavesfrom her overgrown crown, herlaurel of memory. She would not let me go – a root, tangled aroundan arm. My fingers planted in the bark. As a trade, I had to cut off my tongue, toss […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #101

Door shut. Silent afternoon.Mother, couch. Phone, charging, candy crushing comic reading quiet waiting. One call. No answer.Two calls.No answer. Please, come, sit down. Rare visitor appears again.He wraps his handsaround fists.Bald brotherstanding unsteadyvoice trickling into phone. Answer muffled.Breakfast cold, voices unsteady,mother trickles within kitchen. Locked out. No context. I sit in silence. Shut afternoon.Quiet, rare.Couched […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #100

The flowers on my balcony bloombut shed their petals in a week. The floor is now an aftermath. I sweep up the shredded whiteand place them into the soil.I live so comfortably well that I only have to kill once in a while.An ant, a spider. A wayward fly. Tonight I will sleep without guilt.Tomorrow, […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #99

words scrawled on an unknown walllast names taken without context faces as smooth as a washboard mingling in a sea of cotton buds and in the air there is capitalismthat quiet + usual summer bloomas we walk down the red carpet of suburbia and middle-class livingand everyone is dressed and drapedin a thick viscous layer […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #98

head empty no thoughtshead on backwardseyes staring into the past like beams of light in a thick endless fogthere’s so much anxiety my brain is wrapped within like bubble wrapI close the door and leave the housewith my unhappy face onI close the door and dim the lightsand take off my unhappy faceto put on […]

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 #96

What have you done to me I demand an explanationWhat have you done to me I am here having a heart attackover the smallest of minutiae like an entire story clumped as a comma I am no longer alone in the living room of my head thoughts of you pack themselves to the ceilingand spread […]