Each exercise is a reminder of how our minds are meaning-making machines. Give us something random, and we'll discover a connection. In a way, we feel that connection before we "understand" it.
Meg's words #1: rat, lips, crap, huh, corrupt, purr, disinterest, hangnail, civil, skyward, inflict, underside, ramp, hate, curdle, sweetness, skim, scarlet, tinge, tendon, squint, condemned
On the underside of curdle, taste the tinge of sweet.
Conclude that only states of mind are indiscreet.
Slide down the ramp of hate into civility’s pool.
Know that all falls yet remains (take Istanbul).
Skim across infliction like the purr of a cat.
Not all with lips are kissable (take the rat).
Corruption ramps up then condemns itself.
Most crap gets flushed or corrodes on the shelf.
Tendons tense and loosen for a reason.
To squint and say “huh?” is not treason.
Ignore hangnails and paint your nails scarlet.
Relish the skyward ride in time’s winged chariot.
Meg's words #2: annealed, forsythia, crabcake, froth, louse, mercury, wallop, sander, bevel, icepick, morningstar, zephyr, doodle, quixotic, nudge, paste, riposte, drill, slather, spitoon, Irene, skip, fortify, mosquito
Things That Fortify
“In photography there are no shadows that cannot be illuminated.” -August Sander
During an icepick moment, doodling.
Forsythia’s yellow bells.
A zephyr soft as froth.
At dawn, morningstar out your window.
For fun, missing the spittoon.
Skipping the urge for riposte.
Meditating on the bevel.
Observing the mosquito drill.
Any wallop, any louse.
With your fork, nudging an ambrosial crabcake.
Pasting on the face of a queen.