February 2018

Object (Verb) Writing - 3

Submitted by ebeMajor on Tue, 02/27/2018


I feel it coming. Do I know it? Of course I don't yet I'm expecting it anxiously. No sound but I can feel it. It will creep under the door which I keep close, just in case. It will reach me every moment now. I'm sweating. Minutes are tickling away yet it isn't showing. Playing tricks on me, eh? You nasty one! A smell like I were back at school, waiting to be caught unaware, it's wasn't me, it wasn't me! Taste your waiting, trust it. Touch it, bandy it, juggle with perception. Nothing happens. I stand up and wonder. Maybe I was too late. Maybe it will not come, after all.

Object (Verb) Writing - 2

Submitted by ebeMajor on Sun, 02/25/2018

Legs shoulder-width apart. Very slightly bent knees. Soft diaphragm. Upright bust. Open shoulders. Long arms, natural hands. Free neck, light head, hanging from an invisible string. Relaxed face - remember to keep it expressionless, almost dopey. Vertical mouth. The tongue tip resting on your lower teeth. Breath. Draw your breath from behind, let it spin into the pelvis, let it expand there.

Upon My Lover's Breast

Submitted by ebeMajor on Mon, 02/12/2018

Upon my lover's breast I'll lie
Counting his heartbeats out of mine,
Mingling his breath with mine,
And when his wishes will have meet mine,
I will dream of him
And he will dream of me.
Sweet joy that caused us to be
A hand in front of a hand,
A star in front of a hand,
Please, let us together be
Like the sun and the moon,
Like the day and the night, forever!


Object (Verb) Writing - 1

Submitted by ebeMajor on Thu, 02/08/2018


Distort. Distort. Distooooooooooort. Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistort. D-d-d-d-distort. OK, le'ts begin. Are you ready?, 'cause this will be no easy, no pleasure cruise.
Voices can be muffled. Sight can be blurred. Smell can be altered. Food can be adulterated. Limbs can be twisted. Features can be wry. Truth
can be manipulated. Logic can be fooled. Habits can be perverted. Words can be misunderstood. Facts can be deceiving. Intentions can be disguised. Proofs can be forged. Swooning can be simulated.

Metaphor Writing - 4

Submitted by ebeMajor on Tue, 02/06/2018

Smokey Train

Sitting on a park bench, with all his belongings crammed up in a rather crumpled plastic bag, with no money, no cigarettes, no food, he felt adrift. He was not comfortable in the park at such an early hour, no willing joggers that morning, no dog sitters, no patrolling cops that day, no lonesome drunkard muttering random curses in his desperate malaise. The newsagent kiosk was closed, the traffic light was blinking vainly at the desert crossroad. A cold drizzle settled over his worn out suit, making his bones resentful.

Object Writing - 4

Submitted by ebeMajor on Sat, 02/03/2018


Surfboard. This words is waiting for me on the blank page. As to be big, it's big. Cumbersome, I'd say, how can they bring it around without not shattering it, I wonder? What else? Weight? I've got no idea but it must be light enough to be easily carried and sturdy enough not to collapse under a squatting man. Smooth? Yes,. Compact? Probably. Coloured. Plastic like when new, salty when used. A dance. The seventh wave. The ocean. Tanned sun bleached boys. The Beach Boys. California Girls?