The humour is subtle; Inches slender. Judged under stringent traits; Tough officials. Smiles are yours… Inbetween Humour and verses exists Every after-thought entering night. They hang everywhere; Parades like umbra matching suns. Thoughts hanging and timed Where every real escape Is niche. Thoughts have enemies In cells; etched brains on kisses. A new day White hard ice coming home. Yellow-ochre undertone White essence reveals empty Pockets, robbed of blame and blame lost yonder. Seasons are vast interlocking notes gone. Fear or reason, Be ready, even a kid feels aches some-times. Flying on rites, giving insides vertigo. Envy Meets envy. … Continue reading An Acrostic for William Carlos Williams
Category: Oulipo
The Death of Ali’s Shoe
Ali’s Shoe was a project I started in the style of The Humument, a collection of found poetry from the book Caliban’s Shore. Found poetry is something I had explored as a genre and was excited to start doing again. However, with this project, I found that it became more of a task than fun like it … Continue reading The Death of Ali’s Shoe
The Monsters in our Pockets (Y – Finale)
Yoel He thought he was bending over backwards. Not in a literal sense, but his fingers were starting to ache, carrying the briefcase in a world full of backpacks. He thought he’d have to do something about that. His back gave a pang of pain as the train pulled out of its underground station, the … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (Y – Finale)
IV – Tin Ark (Ali’s Shoe Project)
close friendships confinedexposed the breakmeals as quarrelling and flirtingescape is mischievousbanished to inflict distressgenuine beauty in the ordinarytime survivesthe usual diversions of sensetheir conversation surrenderdeparture, allthe days slipped and creakingthe blue eraobsessed lineshorror of womenhis right hand disputestood about the passagesthe dandy rankthe fact honourableetiquette relativequarrels and dispositionlove entirely garruloushandsome confinedglimpsed in a letter entertainedsuspicion … Continue reading IV – Tin Ark (Ali’s Shoe Project)
The Monsters in our Pockets (V – X)
Verity The car climbed the edge of the hill, the slight elevation, wheels clinging, and then it stalled. He twisted the key and the car choked, and choked, and choked. Handbrake crunch and they stepped out of the car, her and the three children. One of the boys asked him why he got to stay … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (V – X)
The Monsters in our Pockets (S-U)
Sam It had been days, he thought. The moment of his life that had made everything else flutter like his stomach, the tumbling of the air through his fingertips as his guts wanted to spill from his abdomen and onto the fresh carpet. He would rest his head, eyes sticky from the days he had … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (S-U)
III – Is And Ok (Ali’s Shoe Project)
April whispered underclose into the criesthe hiss of the greatthe line, apple-cheeked comfortshe was a new classthe standard across the worldcapable of her ageshe was tallthe era to stand uprightresembled a preyher tools of battlebuilt by the bleakthe name average after significanther hold had every wondera construction of pulse quickeningan object builtstones to skintimber held … Continue reading III – Is And Ok (Ali’s Shoe Project)
The Monsters in our Pockets (P-R)
Paula It was morning, she thought. Most days it wasn’t but today she had a feeling in her bones. No alarm to tell her otherwise, just the closed door and the subtle daylight trying to make its way around the edges of curtains. No clock to tick and keep her awake in her bed at … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (P-R)
The Monsters in our Pockets (M-O)
Mike “Could you answer the question please?” The microphone was held at the end of a small piece of metal, barely the size of a 5 pence piece. He coughed a couple of times, his throat empty, but a few precious seconds to think were all he could scramble for. “Could you rephrase the question for me?” … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (M-O)
II – Days Please (Ali’s Shoe Project)
delays from his rosehere and to beobligation the better concernthe evil as a constructionthe oldest vessels anchoreddone to be roughinfamous pieces offloaded without disappointthe hopes of a month the letter had expiredoutsiders at his contracthe brought ten daysthe end replyready with bluffantagonise in the years aheadto be a baneful lessonthe silk beingHosea belonged his value … Continue reading II – Days Please (Ali’s Shoe Project)
AF Cowlin 