Memoirs of an Evening

Back in the barn — Frozen mind — when all that jive just doesn’t want to sink in — cut cured cranium — open in wounds, no hold onto pain — I can take anything and with my love for needles we could say I like it — surreptitious salient silent seeping blood my lips…

Wednesday prompt: take what you want — There was a time my head moved — it altered like the shifting of concrete layering the foundation. Neurotransmitters burnt into wireless chemical compounds bouncing to and fro. Cranium bleeds common not an aneurysm more like the bloody soul destroyed by too many ignored pleas for help. In the end…

green: jealousy-+ blue: melancholy Time stripped our love into shreds: of battling rivalry and despicable malice. For time, they say, is all we have..or sometimes, need. So it’s time I got up and left you.. good bye. That’s what I want to say. But I wait for 5 years before…

Drawing an epistle for the modern age — Punch me know how it feels how it goes away too soon like its memory holding the pull of time holding out for something punch me in the guts how is it feels like pool of blood pressure lowing it feels like pool of blood holding a pitch in decay…

first we must understand the writing- — People are having trouble understanding my work..here are some tit bits; ‘Hello, Mimi Bordeaux, Thank you for submitting "Hybrid Prose" to BwS. Two editors have read the story and offer comments. An experimental prose poem. If I chose prose to express myself ..I saw your work in a bookshop …

words in a cage — Dreary Drury Lane Ian Darkly Dury Dusky Doomy Discounted Deranged Dismembered Forgotten Forlorn Fame Feign Flabbergast Flabby Flap (Your Wings) Flam Film FlimFlam Flame Flimsy Filmy Finch (bird-little- ones)- Sparrow Arrow Narrow Furrow Burrow Borrow Bollard Bother Brow Furrowing Fawning Fraying Framing Feigning Sucking Ducking Licking Fucking (hot) Flaming Flamingo…

Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: the fear of the child Kids. Running away from home. First time. Then you go back for dinner. Because you think your mum actually missed you. But she didn’t. Escape. From everywhere and everything. Run run my girl said the clock on the mantle. It was turning 6 and I was not looking forward to my bath time. Here comes a huge temper tantrum and it goes on forever well a very long time. Ever screaming in pain. Of…

Eat and run — Crashing caught up on top by the cap clap opened open to app snap decision derision ting ting bell pepper is ringing swinging by witch switch snitch got your phone drone dead head in hell bloated the money is in the bag slag flag arrows shooting up with a certain…

Thursday hybrid prompt: pictures of pain — Hard rocks easy to digest when crushed, spun round in a spoon then straight up into space. Heady, immortalized, ever here. Dry mouth, drip the sink — I need water. Those raw, wrought, iron clad, bound and broken bits felt with nerve endings brittle, boiling hot. Is it cold in…