#inanotherdirection

[maya-doolali]

carafe.

cups       are    filled                with

     knots.               from the mouth

 pours        steam,     cloudy              and

 feels good when it               sinks

       in,  driving a sky from             knots

-stirred      the wheel,                stirs

the cup.                 pours and

                pours,  some

spilling

- Maya Doolali @inanotherdirection

[ellenya]

As suddenly as it started, the rain stops. The crowds disperse like droplets, fleeting yet unhurried Chainlike, they flow into streets like rivers Carried off, bubbling with chatter and laughter. All the effort flows with them, All the anxiety and emotion. The pressure eased, And I am left serene. There's peace in this isolation. I see it reflected in my still steaming black tea, Floating on the scent of warm bread From that bakery we went to once. The birds come and go, The sun roams the sky Like a kite on a breeze Until it's gone, with it the day And I weave my way home Carried by gentle draughts On stream-like streets in moonlight.

Collaboration with @inanotherdirection

[reinventing-wednesday]

what has happened an alternate version // of what you had in your head // you think // about the sun cutting through // the thickness of the forest // you think // about the six inches of snow lying undisturbed // soft and quiet outside of your mother’s front door // you think // of explosions and smoke // gas masks and bomb shelters // mortars and mortal wounds // as you lay dying // in a field far from home // you think // I will not allow this to happen // never again // I cannot bear it // but you let go // to feel the full body shake // your grief has become.

[lzlabs]

It’s Time

Inanotherdirection collaboration Now is not the time to question as the air crisps with scents of spice but a time to deliver words of peace from east to west through rain or shine in spite of faith tomorrow holds no answer we must live today, secure within more awake inside our future now is the time …to begin

[mjao7]

It’s Sunday night, and my bookshelf is a graveyard for trees.   Ineffective martyrs. I don’t read anything anymore unless a thousand tiny stars burn it into my brain.   On my desk, a typewriter, unfinished drafts—epitaphs— the only flowers laid at the feet of this tombstone: dust.   I’d send my regards too, but I’ve run out of pretty things, between forgetting to put the lid on my multicoloured pens, squandering my inheritance, my mother’s ribbons, and oversleeping away all my bad metaphors.   I set my alarm clock on my bedside table, another wooden corpse.   I wait for Monday morning, my duvet a welcome shroud.

sleep is for the dead » ecm

@inanotherdirection collaboration

[mikeyj529]

your spirit lights spun a web of halos straight from the mouth of autumn in what might have been a past life you drank in entire whorls of time, while i painted the walls of your temple with my dreams, a lover's last sunrise we swam in a rhythm of ephemeral tides flaring like a match-stroke to the world, echoing through labyrinthine caves, a slow incandescence breathed slowly were you there, too, or did i dream it? a tempestuous sea too calm for my love, no quarter reserved for this coral heart the miles have turned to blown dust at the wind's whim, a heavy silence filled our tongues like holy sacraments i have seen you a thousand different ways save my own reflection; it cast no shadow you became the desert now and forever where light is dimmest above my horizon we are beyond reach there, in that sanctuary where celestial bodies aligned with us-- for a breath's length, we were the universe

[quaintobsessions]

Your Courage, Dorothy

(inanotherdirection collab)

Rain on the windows has never made me feel safe. This might be where it gets in, how we are blown away. Suddenly in technicolour, every familiar face a different self.

And yet I trust the tuxedo cat will shelter somewhere, that a new roof will hold us in and the upstairs neighbour’s shower won’t form the deluge to stain our lives

with loss again. We came out here marked, and move on silvery with dawn’s creases. It’s autumn this time, the rain is letting up. We are still made of water, rolling with the tides.

[inanotherdirection]

Inanotherdirection 2017A closes

I hope everyone had a good time playing and following along. It seems like the momentum, enthusiasm, what have you, have tapered off, and I’m bringing the curtain down on this one.

Thank you to everyone who volunteered to contribute and for all the fine work you all added to the project. go on back through and check it out again, I think you all made it into something special.

Disappointed that it’s over? You know, it’s never really over. I’m already having to actively fight back the crazy ideas vying to be the next concept.