Afterward, January led the audience in a writing exercise using one's non-dominant hand as an opportunity to follow new ways to approach familiar topics; and Kelli assembled two "Exquisite Corpses," i.e., poems assembled from short sentences offered by everyone in the audience.
Exquisite Corpse #1
There is a difference between grievance and grief. Speaking to a confused mother is sad and confusing I saw her eyes, when I died The paintings that I make these days are hurting my eyes I’m clawing my way back to inspiration. It’s been 37 years + almost 8 years + 8 years …. In other words our love looked like a gilded dove, a sassafras branch, a locket of smoke. I can hear you smile. Another slow sigh. I wonder how much more I can take this. fields were blankets about me I pour us more tea and our mouths fill with marmalade. Sometimes, poetry is the thing that counts. |
Exquisite Corpse #2
Oprah has ended her show. Then we ran to the nearest exit, singing the words to the birthday song. He thought he needed something Whenever, I said. Time is sea salty and long. Avoidance passes well enough for peace I want to photograph the red fluorescent sign shining outside the coffee shop door. Clouds gliding overhead I literally saw the eyes of a killer today … and his newly developed twitch. “My dreams never come true,” she said. “I keep wishing for my own room. But I don’t have it.” What does it mean to retire?; dreamy life not death. |