May 25, 2022
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What Are You Good At?
When I saw this prompt, I already had an answer in my archives: Daily writing promptWhat are you good at?View all responses What Are You Good At?(a reckoning)They ask meas if I were a chair,well-built for sitting,or a knife — sharp, dull,serrated, useful.As if I had a tagtied round my neck:functions best in low light, moderate challenge, praise optional.I reply,not aloud but inside the tinnitus…
An Authentic Leap
An Authentic LeapIt’s probably not a good idea to be reading about Kierkegaard’s leap of faith while drinking wine and looking out the window at the neighbour’s irritating cat as it stalks birds.I decided to explore the spacebetween motivationand idiocy.I collected my neighbour’s cats,popped them in a hessian sack,and drove to the nearest sea cliff.I waited until the tide was coming in –just so,…
What Remains
What RemainsUnfed, the birds loitered at the sillUnwashed, the plates stacked like tombstonesUnspoken, the calls blinked red until they diedUnasked, the child stopped bringing drawingsUndone, the bed remained how she left itUnseen, the mirror gathered the shape of my faceUntouched, the coat sagged in its hollowUnhealed, the papers whispered of outcomes, not answersUnheard, the advocate nodded…
Dunnideer, November Morning
Dunnideer, November MorningFlaring, the dawn breaks wide as the sun spills gold on the hilltops,burning the night away in a firestorm, eddies of crimson,embers of ochre caught in the whirl of a sky-woven current.Far to the east, where the ruins of Dunnideer shoulder the morning,walls, tumbled low, still cast their defiance against the horizon,mute in the stillness before light overtakes them,…
On the Appraisal of Flesh
The opposite of ghost is piano
a ghost on the floor I live in a ghost world it was a ghost day for the ghost in you I possess a ghost give you a ghost a fond ghost when ghost meets ghost ghosts listen she no longer needs ghosts I am a ghost too I am the best ghost ghosts come through us all I have seen a desert ghost the dinosaur of ghosts a ghost of heartbreak passes through in blood and bone, ghost and noise a ghost for ghosts ghost after ghost where did my ghost ever go? the life of a ghost I walk this ghost path I miss missing I miss a ghost am I a ghost? the ghost of a tiny phrase dream of the ghost an image is a ghost captured ghost who plans to be a ghost? ghost out
M Baumgart
The bath water ran pink with rose soap and skin felt nothing like cage; we called one another shelter and kept promises in all the closets. My body contorted into the realm of nothing, reaching its fingers toward everything; I said ‘I love you’ and meant it with all the certainty of a well- intentioned heart. I hold you in this place where skin is not want, where able teeth do not bite. It is everything to me, this place. You are growing closer and closer to everything.
like cracking open ribs, i have so much more room to breathe ~ Emma Bleker