bettertogethermke – Open Sorcery

I had this odd realization during my post-writers group smoke break today.

I think I – as well as my system as a whole – approach making art the same way that jazz musicians play music. I was thinking about this because the piece I ended up writing today in group pulled heavily from “My Island” and yet putting an entirely different spin on it, and it…

“still life (2019)”

“untitled still life (2019)” I don’t want to give namesto your fistfuls of hollow coffee cup still half full, overturnedbaroque broken words, reaching for somethingthat forever seems older than you or I in every language well run dry, and yet despite yourself each moment in atemporal spaceteeming with lifewhen we met, I wanted to drink…

I wrote this at workshop today.

I am the candle you allowed to go outyou would bind yourself to me but you’d neverbleed for meand if you had fifty million words to say what you meant or anything at allyou’d ramble on, talking in circles and in your haunted sound and your fury, you’d saynothing – did I ever mean a…

“supplication”

you have taken the world that I wasand left me empty craving longingis there anything that I can use to fill the chasm on the side of the bed where you once slept I stumble home if I can even still call it that for in the taking, you took more than just yourself you…

We wrote object poems in workshop today.

faceless blessings in disguise looking askance at gift horseswith bejeweled eyesare they empty or full to the brimdo I hoard them or do I give them away is it finally my time to come out of hidingafter all the time that was stolen from me this little thing is winking at me offscreen I think…

I went to the poetry workshop with Emerson again today and as such, I come bearing gifts.