I usually celebrate April by doing everything at once, starting a new semester at work with a piece of writing a day. This year I’m getting my prompts from Shut Up and Write!
The first prompt asks me to
Fill each line with words, any words, following this pattern:
Eventually you’ll find yourself coming up with phrases. Keep going until you find yourself writing your first sentence, then stop.
I struggled with this because I kept writing sentences from the get-go. Sentences like
Tomatoes like yours don’t grow proud and
tall without hare-brained
schemes and madcap trellis work.
Your totalitarian heart beats ugly with vengeance,
a narcissistic lather
amplified by scathing scorn.
Who knows what any of that means?
In any case, I’m supposed to build up to sentences from individual words, so I tried again.
Whole hole full thick with dead beats,
teeming softly wetly,
grammarless grammaring grammarable grandma, rocking
her chair to dead beats, dead bats, dad bats –
what a of
Yet again, I’ve inadvertently written a sentence (of sorts).
Turmeric tobacco yellow burned acrid brown fingers
calloused around you
where I hold you, where
you give yourself to me – you lift me up
into the clouds
Disassemble dissembling dissociate, down with
tenebrous tenterhooks, tantamount
terrors vomiting subject verb whatever
I am sociologically hardwired to give you clauses/ causes for
my failure again,
What I learned today: I can’t not write a sentence.