Tag: poem

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #107

For I I want, and I want. I have learnt of your body, and the way she co-exists with mine. My tongue, my pesky mind. My over eager hand, my overthink. Even now I dream of home ownership, and then some. Maybe marriage?Maybe a distant vision, like a neighbour’s cat clawing at a window.Or that […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #106

So it goes, most of the time; the page turns and withers away. Those dreamsI’ve brushed past in my youth – where did they go? Into the drawer of a dusty office, into somebody’s waiting hand. I have not written, truly, in months. Where did I keep the key, where did I fall from, where […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #103

These thoughts whisk themselves in the bowl of my skull: a quiet righteousness, pacing restless in its room, its hands grabbing ontonothing; how my tongue is slowlycurling backwards onto itself; my voice falling into the pit of my throat. There is so much I can do little about that I wish I were God. I […]

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 #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 […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #94

Sorry about the half-hung phone calls, the beeps’ chaina single car on the highwayin the valley under dial-tonestars. Sorry for the minute gapbetween your mouth and my ear.Sorry that I have been such a hypocrite, that my love has turnedout to be so apologetic, an abashed schoolboy out alone in the corridor, his thoughts rattling […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #93

A half-finished bridge is a lure,a line to an unmarked haven.Hanging in midair, the eyesnaturally complete the shape.Workers on the edge, melding the rebar, their helmets lit with the light of progress, process. I distract myself as we duck under them, our cabducking in and out of snaking crowds, looking for the next exit. My […]