Contracts scribes spines Papyrus-pushers jaws Doors biennial false;
Refusenik for scrivening Cattle census dreary Inscrutable drawing measuring tax mechanically recording;
The silently
A Dadaist poem for #OpenWrite Source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times
Why aren't we kinder? -George Saunders
Each of us, born central to the universe - our only story, separate from all that other junk — you know, other people — but we believe; we really want, in our hearts, the present moment: more open and more loving
for #OpenWrite Original text from George Saunders' “Failures of Kindness” speech https://jamesclear.com/great-speeches/failures-of-kindness-by-george-saunders
In the moment when music is made, all lights get dimmed down low
the lights are dimmed so low, all eyes are tuned to the sound
their eyes are on the sound but mine are on the mouth
my mind is on her mouth; lips, curved; tongue shadows; white teeth
lips, tongue, teeth — and words I think this is something I've once heard
I've only heard echoes before drawn by the breath of her voice
it's her voice – falling, tumbling, turning - in that moment, when music is made
for #OpenWrite inspired by Duplex by Jericho Brown https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/152729/duplex
These poems; sometimes, they situate in quiet emptiness - mere gaps and idle notations – thoughts flitting about as feathers broken by the breeze - the bird, merely memory; blink, and maybe in that moment, we might see
for #OpenWrite inspired by These Poems by June Jordan https://poets.org/poem/these-poems
Winter snow boots worn all year
but I don't care
my feet slip inside with such little friction
for quick dog-walking moments before daylight
It's all right, though I probably won't wear them to dinner
for #openwrite
Joe, GI, kept his world to himself, his head knocked off by a fall from the shelf
Joe's hands, replaced backwards after a tragic twist of fate, couldn't grip a gun,
but in some remixed world, Joe and Barbie, and maybe Ken, might have had a bit of fun
for #OpenWrite
Hop On Pop and its nonsensical Seuss-ian verse and rhyme was the first time I ever read a book on my own, and in our home, reading books was a cherished time, the quiet often descending after dinner, but for the turning of the page
for #OpenWrite
Chips in a bowl with jagged edges and small broken parts - fingers messy and lips, apart, we attack these snacks with full abandon and a jar of Salsa
You never knew how I was watching you layer the pasta, then the sauce, then ricotta, sausage, beef, plus all the other odds and ends you wove into the dish, making it ever more delicious to eat, and I still remember, when I'd close my eyes to take a bite, it was like finding a poem, buried beneath
for #openwrite https://www.ethicalela.com/recuerdos-de-comida-y-amor-memories-of-food-and-love/