I don’t wanna sleep
Are you sleeping?
I’m not…
(zzzzzzzz)
Process notes: One Minute Writer..heehee. July stone #15.
Are you sleeping?
I’m not…
(zzzzzzzz)
Process notes: One Minute Writer..heehee. July stone #15.
My heart is
a drum
Process notes: July stones #14.
Girls / make-up
Boys / games
Process notes: July stones #13.
There’s a homogeneity
to people, now
isn’t that scary
when you believe in
a personal identity?
Process notes: July stones #12. This counts as an observation?
Everything has
an expiration date–
you just gotta check
the embossed date
or the scratchy labels.
Process notes: July stones #11. Really in response to the One Minute Writer prompt of “expiration”.
I soak ‘em in the water,
some alchemy
moistens,
they soften, and I can’t wait
to touch
lushness
cut off their hard
stems from the beautiful
underside of gills,
their caps like
small phalluses.
Process notes: July stones #10. Ok, I paid attention…to mushrooms.
I do not like it,
and I will not be magnanimous,
and I don’t care,
if a virus breaks out,
so we’ll just die together,
why should I bear this
cross alone, why should I
open my gates for the good
of all and sundry,
tell me why, I need
a piece of the sky.
Process notes: July stones #9. Met a stark raving mad woman, mad at the world, that is, and we could only imagine why.
A fast pot of noodles
on the boil, with
egg and meatballs.
Two steaming bowls,
for himself first,
then his brother.
His brother nustled his arm,
forgot the bloody
clash of hooves.
Process notes: July stones #8.
After you went out the whole day,
came home to pork ribs,
said you liked dinner,
you prepared a dessert
bowl of golden kiwi.
Process notes: July stones #7.
The back of a nude woman
wading into water,
in the moonlight.
My son scrunches his face,
fast-forwards the frame.
Process notes: July stones #6.