30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)
Day 1: “Gouda”
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This is Day 1 of the new “30 Minus 2 Days of Writing” challenge for FY14. The first writing prompt is Gouda. Frankly, this prompt annoyed me, because what the hell can you do with “Gouda”? Well, I figured something out in the end.
Hands, they betray me like dissident fiends disrupting the gradual flow and how they sting with each frosted touch cold tips, those mocking digit spears all comfort shooting pains in veins inflamed knuckles reeling protruding in rhythmic vibraphone time like a rippling wave through a crooked spine.
A common age and a common name, how low we bow to common pains, the like mistakes dictated by complacency, familiar trembling aches decaying the root of reason, the tides of time sweeping swooning plops ashore in granite rhythm sea of the wincing stewards of change Past we roll, oblivious to the bloody sky on…
Sooner than never they change at each stage they stage each arrangement through fictional shapes formed to fool they play with words as if nothing ever disrupted the stream of eternal monotony You can’t change what you can’t name so ignorance they teach us from an early age dressing their lies with the bind that…
I’ve been using the same blog description from the very start: “Another would-be poet lost amid a sea of numbers.” When I first came up with it, I was still a junior accounting major who would have preferred to have majored in English instead. But being the son of Asian parents, I felt compelled to…
Go ahead and bleed your meaning away may it seep in streams and as it falls in bulbous beads don’t you dare allow it to clot for a scab would mean the death of diminishing vision.