Small Axe Books

PROJECT: write a short-form piece in free-verse. don’t edit it. rhyme to create another piece. be as strict or as loose with “rhyming” as you like.

post yours in the “comments” if you decide to try this!

“fishing for pearls”
becomes “missing your girls”
(a study in missing and not missing you, chicago, you bastard)

my fingers are sore
and i
can’t
find
any.

don’t try to
speed up the growth
of your charms;

maybe i’ll just move
inland, instead.
or to finland, instead.

to a mossy grove,
away from the grit
which is getting now,
too,
into my shell.

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my triggers are lures;
and why
can’t
i
bury?

don’t; dry dew
seeds the moat
of your arms;

baby, i’ll trust you
fighting, instead.
or hiding, instead.

move the droves
away from the spit
which is forgetting now,
too,
who to tell.