Woe is me, obviously.
Tag: Experimental Writing
Anonymous
Anon
To Visiting Supreme Deities
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
The Gods and The Devils
the broken and the menders
My Own Way
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
A Temptation
you try not looking despite your curiosity
Life Event/Shift
try to otherwise
In Bloom
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
Layers
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
Free Write Overlay
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
Escape
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
Outsider
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
A Bit of Nostalgia in the Basement
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
Basement Warm-up
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
Water Damage
might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre
Basement Orange
… moment spent beside / the self upon which my / self wrests presented / me with such an alarm / I could not //
Back Porch Revel
It was high time / I got out of there
unorthodox: a(visual)n essay
where a mouse sees the future or a rabbit causes an earthquake to tear the ancient hospital apart.