Illustrated by Muriel Smith
The following poem was written in an unusually entropic way, using a deck of 100 words that the poet chose themselves and wrote down on individual index cards. We may think of writing as proceeding from idea to words that can express that idea, but here, the process begins with the words and explores what they might be able to express. Using their word deck, the poet experiments with different combinations, trying out one, then another, searching more for evocative pairings than for any particular kind of sense or meaning, although sense and meaning often emerged.
Reeking of whiskey,
Your sharp whispers
Resonate when you kiss me.
Your flavor, holding on,
Leaves a lasting bitter trail.
A murmuring connection;
You are the static sound of crackling music.
Your vibration is alluring;
I shy away when your uttering stare
Examines my stillness.
At the whoosh and beat of my pulse,
I cannot help, but brush past your gaze.
On other days, you begin to fade;
You are a witnessing burn,
Savoring my flesh with every bite.