Wk 11 exercise

Write: Beginnings and endings.

It ended the way it began...

The day that my mother decided to leave him. The agony was written al over my mothers face. I could only tell that it tormented her and most likely still does. I was too young to remember any of it but my you could tell that my family including uncles aunts avoided the topic altogether. Although there have been minor slip ups that generated some foundation for what happened and they said it was bloody. As I grew older I pieced together clues of the 'incident' and came up with an alternative that I think what happened that day.

Wk 10 exercise

Write something by looking at a picture: Monkey with a girl.

Naturally our instincts as a human being seems to me forever perhaps unnatural. Though we do as a humanity and part of society capture a somewhat taste of an urge to listen to our gut instincts. For me being so heavily influenced by today's generation is just a part of what makes our natural instincts closely untrustworthy. Theres also the idea of experiences and how to best learn from that that also alters our natural instincts. Like to "never do or go there ever again" in a similar situation even though your guts maybe telling you to "just do it!" like the idea behind Rihana's hit song "Shut up and drive...drive...drive."

Wk 9 exercise

Fast write: Its strange what you don't forget...

The admiration of the beloved. once lived. once here. now gone. it can take you to a place that will and would be forever unknown. awaiting the next...what is next? whom? what else could happen to me, to somebody? To my loved or love? questions unlike ever before arise against me as if in debate whether i should say it aloud or else say it to myself. Silently unspoken yet heard only by me. how do i cope i wonder? how else could i bring about whats happened. its like an illusion that is there imagined un your unlimited imagination sphere so endless that otherwise can only be captured in that wake of unseeingly possible reality. Will i function properly? Will i easily forget the pain and humiliation. my mother always told me i had an attitude that didn't seem to care anyway. will i care this time? Will i ever feel nurturing care for the past, goners. Was my mother right? I think i care but in my own special way where how i care is to not care. Still- I love you.

Wk 8 exercise

Field poem: Pick random words on a sheet of paper

pictures
evidence
inveterate
clusters
domestically
liberties
lingering
emphasis
questions
stare
civilization
queer
fables
possibly.

Wk 7 exercise

Create a character driven by fear

A short brown haired girl named Alley went to school in far away France. Her first day in kindergarten was a little out of the ordinary, for you see Alley had to wear a uniform for the first time. Alley’s mother struggled to put on the uniform on her and when she finally did POP her head pops out of the opening shirt; Alley giggled. The shirt was white mesh and so it didn’t do much warmth- especially in the morning. Over the shirt Alley’s mother slid on top charcoaled merino wool typed poncho and on it laid two enormous buttons that sat right on Alley’s little chest.

My eyes widened with amazement. So you can’t stand buttons because of the huge buttons on your poncho when you were younger? I asked. Yeah! Alley spoke in a calm voice. Alley still had short brown hair only now with loose curls that sat safety on her shoulders. Lying next to hr on her bed was her high school uniform exactly like mine; blue and black checker skirt that was long enough to cover your legs and there it was. Just like she explained. The buttons she could not stand. Undone. Forever intact in its fitted hole. Untouched.

Wk 6 exercise

Pick and image and write as many words as you can without thinking
Image: Squiggly line

wave sunrise sunset cosmopolitan mom bracelet energy colors animal pen rubber words triangle catapult bomb hello greetings books letters toes jandels food exhaust friendship beginning world apocalypse tragedy crash death cheat unfaithful commitment goodbye start go creature myths legends imagination stink smoking university noise headache family friends ocean tropics coconuts bananas taro spoon cutlery china Fiji baby hat shows flip flop red lips nose face extraordinary finish line straightner walkers walking traffic satellite moon space stars astronomy classics studies gatherings hands people students father brother sister boyfriend special sync iphone apps blog spots kitty fan climate change persona integrated fiends grass umbrella circles grass matal chairs helicopter children eyes curls bees stings nails polish awesome nylon crisp apple pina cotton machine ripples wiki

Wk 5 exercise

Write your earliest memory

Awoken by the sudden jerk of the raggedy bus. I blinked unwanted eyes open to see rows of red glossy seats rimmed steel in solid two aisles. One on each side that ran parallel as east and west. People’s heads all upfront facing the north as if all in a movie theatre. It was raining and cold that night and my father suggested that we go to my fathers close friends place for dinner. It was getting late that night and all I wanted to do was fall asleep on my fathers lap. We sat right at the back seat. I wondered why my father wanted to sit there because my blinking eyes woke up to surroundings of strange laps and hands followed by dark faces. Unnamed. It felt unsafe and frightening as I heard the heavy outpour of rain that sounded like non-stop pitter-patter against the bus. How can I go back to sleep now? I thought. Two men ahead of me on the aisle stood and abruptly started to handle each other like in a confrontational manner that at that age I did not truly understand. It is now apparent though that in my 20 years experience it is called a fight. It made me feel scared innocently staring, to the fact that innocence had now seen reality at one of its best. There was shouting and clapping like people were really cheering and anticipating more action. The fight began. Fists thrown, landed and again, repeated. It seemed longer then half an hour but was really only at least 3 minutes long. The fight ceased and once again I heard the endless pitter-patter and I lay down sleepless on my fathers lap. Eyes closed.