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.