“sometimes, you have to kill your puppies”
sometimes, the advice that you get in writing workshop confirms everything that is happening in your life.
i have been feeling some rage lately-i just want people to be better, and know how to express their feelings without hiding behind grossly re-imagined texts and emails. i left work just early enough to slide into the abbott for tea and got the satisfaction of stamping all the paper cups and ranting to the lovely katherine.
first, the quotes of my amazing and talented co-writers for further pondering:
“we periodically take her on a magical mystery tour”
“it sounds like a shortcut to creativity”
and now, my poetry of the night-the faux sestinas, first from my free write, and then from everyone’s free writes. this time, i contributed “grimace” because “pork hock” was not accepted:
pork is a tough sell
it inspires grimaces, religious and secular
with stalkery byproducts-check your marshmallows
though flexibly delicious atop all of the starches
rice, potato, perogy, bread, noodles
an unintentional service announcement
merely a statement of facts as i have no hocks to hawk
trying to livestream
hiding in water
inspires only grimaces
what is the formula?!
we started editing, and it was nice to look back on all of our writings, and i did find a piece to develop for the parkdale time capsule, but it’s more of a piecing together of many writings, rather than one to be edited.
(i forgot to find the emotional centre).
once again, i’m so great-full for the time and space and writings shared with this group.