Writing Excercise 1

On the last day of snow
while we slept
on the back porch
you confessed you were
a candle stick.
Wax dripping
down your torso
hardening into speed bumps
on the track to your heart.
That every flame before me
left scorch marks
behind your eyelids.
You cry them
everytime you wake up
somewhere unfamiliar.
Your lipstick
on his neck
where you don't remember
kissing him.
Your wick
is a fuse
attached to your trigger finger.
You burn these walls,
replace them
with skeletons
from our bedrooms
treating them like home.
Washing your bed
with amonia
to get out the yesterdays
scratching your back
when you sleep.
Your diary
is a history book
promising to tell you
about tomorrow.
It holds secrets
you tell it,
the future
is your flame to catch.
Let the wax
melt over your face,
feel the warmth
of letting go.

Writing Prompt #2

Imagine you have been given a garden to grow whatever you want.

How did you get the garden? What does it grow? Who did the garden belong to previously? Where is the garden? Is it toxic? Is it miniature of gigantic? Is there anything buried there?

Go wild with this one.

Writing exercise #1

The last day the Berlin Wall came down
While we slept on my grandmother’s porch
You confessed you were a cookie
Crumbling at your center
The splinters of our respite
Penetrating your faults
You are four parts of edible
A pit that rest heavy in the cellar of my stomach
Brick and mortar coating my diaphragm
Begging to be torn down
With feeble hands
These hands are not yours
These hands have the crumbs of you on them
Evidence of your unfolding
A windstorm broken in half
Over the knee of a large man
His weight bending the floorboards
Of my grandmother’s porch
The crater we have curled up within
We are a greedy fetus
Growing fat on the promise of redemption
Laughing with holes
In our smiles
Broken sighs
In the chest of giants
We didn’t know we were the wheezing
Of something greater
The exaltation
Of daylight between to border
Of war torn cities
Our fingers digging for faith
At each other’s throat
Will be the first stones
We take down

Writing Prompt #1

Write down your answers to 1-3 before reading number #4

1. Name a memorable day or season (Christmas, Graduation Day, winter, Pablo Escobar’s birthday, etc)
2. Name a location (downtown, the basement, clouds, etc)
3. Name a noun (eagle, bloody syringe, a wave, etc)



4. Now, make your first sentence:
a. ‘The last day of (answer to question 1), while we slept in(at) (answer to question 2), you confessed you were a(n) (answer to question 3).

There is your prompt, have at it