Tag: internet poetry

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #65

Stressland stressland stressland stressland Children memorising endless numbersland Unpublished mental health statisticsland No such thing exists as a poverty lineland Stressland stressland stressland stresslandLaws and statutes lining the sidewalkland Houses so tall they swallow in shadowland Fall in and/or jump out of an airplaneland Stressland stressland stressland stresslandWhere the points don’t matter but actually they […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #61

Prompt courtesy of Max Pasakorn: “fairy lights” In the halls of my dreamscape there is a endless room, dressedin fairy lights and photos of the days when we were not split apart by the axe of time. I hearsoft music, sneaking its way in-between bed-sheets, and it is night-time, and we are surroundedby ourselves and […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #58

If a body is a pocket of possibilities thenmine is full of change. These past few weeks, I have rediscovered discovery. redrawn all the lines. O Joy –my days are a loopthat begin and end with saying your name.My days are polaroid photos dangling light from twine-vined walls.There are too many thingsI want to send […]

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 […]