Tag: poems

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #84

Always defined by what we lack, the donut made wholewith its hole. I am not true;I have not been to anyoneit seems. In me, a lack of concrete. Of grounding. Acloset full of masks – or are they all the same face?I have grown too weary to try each one in the mirror.So I find […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #83

I have been careful recently / walkingabout with my pockets full / of various words and phrases I saved / for the daywhen you make your way / back into our house of joined hands / an arm can itself be an envelope / collapsing lovers into mirror-pools / looking formuch better mail routes / […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #81

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 […]

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 #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 #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 #54

Let’s say we see the world in frames,let’s say everything is visual. Imagine this – a field of birds, spilling into sky; the solitary path of a pigeon touched as gently as a shotgun can. Picture a bird gingerly leaving its nest, satinside the open mouth of a cadaver. That’s how the world will reinvent […]