Monday, November 3, 2014

11.3 - NaNoWriMo

For today's poem I used a writing exercise. This is probably my all-time favorite exercise, actually. I've used it a number of times to jumpstart my brain. Exercise located here(click)


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Conversations with haunted things

(in the middle of a cornfield, magic hour, mid-October)

Wolf slips on a woman’s ankle-length silk, slowly snaps the back of pearl earring, careful claw reflected; applies red riding’s hue to prickled lips and waits.

There is an orchestra of instrument and argument, a thing both blaring out and barely--our heartbeats sounding like punk song and crickets.

When I let go, what will I miss the most? The tigers in your fingers? The way all nightmares stood arms open just after the threshold, pain pouring out of pockets in the drawers?

The apple browns around the teeth marks, wobbles on ground among husks like the pages of our story maybe a hundred revolutions from now.

Here. Let me walk you home.

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