I wanted more to do with this patch of dirt, this sad unsquaredanced bald spot, where no grass grows and where the spotlight shadow of the neighbour’s fence stops shy of this stage. I wanted to planta tree, where I could have built a treehouse, because we know colonialisation comes in steps,and what better place […]
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FREEWRITING EXERCISE #80
Perhaps the trick to this is not to come into the experience expecting to walk out of it somehow more clever, with better hair or a more slender body. After all everything’s a trick of the mind, really, even the arbitrary flip-flop coin-flip box-office-crashing rotten-tomatoes-smashing nature of good and bad, because what’s really good at […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #79
In this version, I am sitting quiet in the forest behind my house, my path back having long been coveredwith snow. The trees are quiet brushes in anotherman’s bathroom, the lake the frosted-over mirror. My hands are heavy with the weight of longing, andso cold from the wintry air. It was not the best idea […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #78
Idle, the hands rest on the sides,in grasp of air, filling pockets with sands of time and other vagrants; I am finding a wayto turn the meaningless into indecipherable monomania,the repeating-repeating-re-peating of a long-loved scotch,and the quiet call of a morningbird before it flies into glass; What is life but to run forwardwith your eyes […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #77
Sometimes I have little to say / crossing the stream that runs / behind the backs of houses / I watch my self in the puddle / a coin-mirror lying belly-up / a glimpse of what could be / Nowadays my eyes are itchy / and I go into town goal-less / with my pockets […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #76
a spine like a keyboard / the blacks intersecting the whites / ridges like a bookshelf / tracing the line with a careful finger / I am brought backto road trips in Iceland / the un-certainty of an off-road track / our wheels caked deep in snow / the burst tyre / our car a […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #73
Having given out the last of hispocket change to the homeless man sitting outside his house, with his cardboard manifesto in hand, thelung came home empty-handed. The lights were off, because the eyes did not pay the utilities, havingresigned themselves from their jobs at the publishing house. Now they walk about takingin the dark like […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #72
Like all love, it happened at an inconvenient time / doubling over in the grass /the whirr of a lawnmower still running rounds downthe cul-de-sac / lying there with his half-trimmed lawn /I wonder what he must haveseen / His nostrils, filled withthe afterglow of shorn blades / His breath coming in and outlike his […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #71
My head, tumbling downa stair; a crick in the neck,the world as a rotoscope, step upon step upon step;my head, a last minute addition to a bowling alley;my teeth, pins waiting to be put into flesh, and my tongue waxed and polished;my body is a body of water,in the same way a lake is an […]
FREEWRITING EXERCISE #70
I can fit all my faces into the headspace of a book.In the book, between every line a confession waits.Waiting for confession, I sit in the pews of the church.Spewing sermon and half-baked prayer I am mindful. Mind full of ideas half-baked in the sun like roadkill.Killers or their supporters all about the morning roads.Mourning, […]
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