Tag: musings

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 […]

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 #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 […]