Mmm....we're rounding on the most delicious part of the year, and we're gearing up with some super satisfying sing-song soliloquy from our scrumptious scribblers. With the smells of cinnamon and piñon (for some of us!) in the air, it's time to get down to the wholesome satisfaction of word spin. Hit it-
Bay Rum
in your dreadlocks
island storms (spice)
zatar
smell of your grandmother's hands (spice)
creased, red palms
pepper & bergamot
holy bowls at stone feet
elephant rice dance
mangoes and honey
slither
slither (spice)
plains speak when seven
caravans call them path (spice)
my geese were confused
went north and east
in imperfect formation (cloud)
a wall with four rooms
each madman whispering softly through it (cloud)
wooden shutters get lonely
move away (cloud)
your face outside my window
singing rain and spiral vine (cloud)
watching one animal as another
disappears (cloud)
stampede
swallowing the whole earth
tree stump by
meadow by
mailbox (cloud)
waterboulder rivermirror lungghost fix (cloud)
curdled milk
in a blue china bowl-
chipped paint on the front door-
the years settling in (usurp)
a tubercle calls
from the frangipani (usurp)
my face shading yours from the sun
a yellow leaf over your right eyelid
your left eye remembering (usurp)
dancing to dusty love songs
with someone you used
to know (usurp)
That's it for our latest variegated verbiage. What's next on the grande platter? Please help us out with these words:
crown cup birth lapis
Keep your inspirations under 7 lines, and send them over the wire to inkandfamine@gmail.com. We look forward to meeting your new words. Until next time.
Bon Voyage!
Ink&Famine
