So I was bored in English class...

Like Workshop

We're fish on a wire,
scaly minds laid open to the sun
poked and prodded by fingers and
punctured by gutting knives.
Let's explore these folds of scales and gills and bones,
strip away the ribs and the rest of the viscera,
leaving muscle-made-flesh:
a fillet, worthy of exposure to the world--
edible, if nothing else.

Inspiration!

Some Haikus, too

It seems that you all

have written many haikus

I feel I must join

I worry sometimes

I’ll marry someone pretty

Who’s really from space

I had too much sex

And all the pills were too small

So play some Bach, dear

My Haiku Dissents

From common prose and low thoughts

But transcends nothing

I spent a weekend

In Tijuana, with Mike

Only I came back

Once upon a time

There was a prudish princess

who died a virgin

A wolf ate my hand

But the joke’s really on him

I (was) ambidextrous

Am I the only one

Who worries constantly that

His zipper’s come down?

Haiku?

My runny nose and
A pumpkin smashed on the street;
Halloween next week.

That's really all I've got right now. It's been one of those non-writing weeks.

To the Future!

Yay Terra (!)

I'll resist the urge to flood this with the gazillions of terrible haikus that I write when I'm monstrously bored in AP Bio...

(inspired by Charles' affection for his own moleskine)
A little knot of leather
black and white and grand all over.
Molly dearest is a darling dear
of paper and cords and the fine skin of moles.
With tender threads that bind and twine
and labial parchment folds,
she embraces words and thoughts and whims,
an orderly orgy of the intellect
and soul.

And now some (horrible) haikus:

Dams and locks shatter
a lonely table floats by
Silt ensnares a town

The Paris Commune
[Retrograde Revolution
(Reactionary Life)]

Nice decomposers
munching on your grandma's face;
to make an omelet...

(I'm sorry about that, really...)

On Rereading Things Written Some 2-3 Years Ago
First: Bemused
Pretend you stroll home and find
a platoon of midget goons in wizard hats
partying on your lawn and one
hands you a rubber duck.
Second: Embarrassed
Like showing up to school in hookers boots
but worse.
Third: Grave(digger)
Up to my armpits in slop
and earth and dirt and
I can't tell where my work
stops and the shit starts,
but I'll have it all buried soon.

(And lastly, a little snippet that is growing into something bigger)
We are Orion,
nailed to the sky,
revolving 'round the telephone poles
punched through our eyes.
Plated in clouds and agony,
we writhe as we remember tomorrow:

Welcome!

We've been due to make something like this for a while now... Hopefully, now that we're all well settled into school and [seniors] getting those applications out of the way, there'll be more time for writing and keeping in touch.

I can add anyone with a gmail account to be able to post on here, so just let me know if you want to be added.

-Jane

P.S. Kaitlin, I resisted the urge to use exclamation points so many times in this brief post, just for you.