Tag: musings

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #69

your shape in the dark / a swan’s neck craning about the moon / O loveyour voice / a whisper inan empty room / a fingeron the spine / delicateas if to cut / catch in the throat / chamber loaded and private / in my head it is so plush / so quiet but […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #60

“The enormity of my desire disgusts me.” – Richard Siken Three black swans in the lake, their necksa crooning of flesh. Where is the fourth, I am tempted to ask. In my head, people falllike bombs into districts. Divisions, living rooms within a venn diagram, or a pulse. I imagine the cross-section of a bare, […]

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 #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 […]

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 #31

A root snaking into the wrist to find its way vining throughand around the spine like the snake on the staff of Hermesbut completely satiated and quite unlike its nature it doesnot feel like hunting today. There is a certain zone between the ground and space where no-one owns.Sometimes when I think about you I […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #28

Every day the wind blows, every way the cars flow like koi in the street, every flow in nature a flow towards a bottomless cliff; I want to be bottomless as a pond full of koi, I want to be boundless as the cliff drawing your hands towards the edge; every tree a spectator, every […]