one week ago, a trio of us met in an apartment crammed to the gills with kitschy props. we’re talking hundreds of lamps, clocks, salt and pepper shakers, ceramics, and not one but two framed photos of the same elderly pomeranian.
we had some lovely homemade quiche, mint tea, and snuggled into our own couches to free write and each threw in two words to make faux sestinas.
(lindsay, if you’re reading i did not contribute a single strange word this time!)
they’re not amazing, but here they are:
poised to attack
floating in thick air
all clouds don’t float
steely air freezes frames
latent moisture lurkes
poised to become
forcing icy tears
when i read that last one, our house raised both fists and yelled “WHOO HOO! WOMEN FIGHT BACK!” and it’s always great when people get your fumbling poetry.
our next date is set and i’m looking forward to all the group writings that 2018 will offer.