I'll be 100% honest here: I'm not entirely sure what these are. To a certain extent, the idea was to use alliteration, assonance, and consonance to
write short sentences that read half like poetry and half like prose; but a lot of it is just a stream-of-consciousness sort of deal, whereby I wrote down any
word that seemed like it should come next, to fit the "meter" or the sound of the phrase, or just to satisfy my own bizarre subconscious. I'm not
happy with a lot of them, and some are incomprehensible even to me, but I thought I would share them because they're the first thing I've written in a
fair while, and I want to get back into the habit.
A freewheeling mariner, strumming a dulcimer, loses a limb to a lackluster hustler.With luck, this will have helped me to think harder about form and diction while writing, not just about plot and content. Alternately, it may have just given my over-boiling brain a single, listless stir, more harmful than beneficent... but practice is always good, right?
I see seventy singular glimmering cylinders, flying in style o'er a sentinel's citadel.
Cackling harbingers, burgeoning carpenters, tarrying guardedly after the midsummer.
Rash hangar: a startled, far-skipping cart-market. Hard yarn for the bargainer, aye?
Crude moonlit fluid oozes coolly through pools of foolishly lucid hue.
Kinship's malingering, singing sinful, tingling hindrance in paladin fins.
Hurtling verdigris hurtfully murders curdling burglars.
Holy, doleful moles scold boldly, cold in a crow's old hole.
Spattering, clattering matters of pattering; hatters will scatter flattering taffeta tatters.
Fleets, seeking heat, flee from breezes, the teases of friezes and sheepish gold fleeces.
Perennial nebulae, sending spent messengers, pending the ending of friends.
Militants imitate silvery milkmaids; sibilant fingers spin willingly, widdershins.
Hessian halibut, fine-handed hooligans howl a whole history, horribly.
Insistent constancy signals such innocence, surely, since fissile missiles glisten in fists.
Crabs carry canisters, cartwheels, and cockleshells; carcasses crooning coquettishly.
Lollipops lingering, Lazarus loops his lily-white linens 'long Lilith's lithe limbs.
Verdant vermilion vermin: vagabonds vaguely venturing via volatile venues.
Gaggles of goggling eglantines gasp at aggregate gorgons, gleefully gone galloping.
Whimsical barnacle, treacle tabernacle, torture the weevils, those tingling termagants.
Each winning pin has its lingering tin twin. Slivering skin twitches: insidious grin.
Quicksilver quacksalvers quicken quietly with inquisitive, quizzical quintessence.
Woeful, wild whalers walk wistfully with wintry wings of willow-woven wisdom.
Listless limp widows linger near windowsills, wishing slyly 'pon winking pinpricks.
Hordes of war-worn Cornish swords, hoarded by foreign lords, sit forlorn in corners.
Happy is the clapping captain, hapless the snapped-up scraps of flapping traps.
Jesters and jellyfish join hands and joyfully gyrate, jumbling in general jollity.
Brawlers call all fallen thralls, small or tall, to the mead-hall.
A fostered octopus, in a colander, softly mops the sopping rosters of hospital costs.
Cruel rooms loom over duly schooled fools, ruling doom on spools and loose tools.
The sable table was able (in fable) to cradle a ladle in Naples - a staple in stables.
Screaming, careening freemasons seethe in the teeming seas, reading sweet tealeaves.
Mirrored mermaid masters trim brimming rims; skim missives from slim mistresses.
The eerie creaking carousel creeps 'round razor-clipped mysteries, crisply sleeping.
Tumbling underground rumrunners somehow stumble, fumbling guns in scum.
Bulbous, burgeoning breasts bulge brown beneath burnished buckles.
Killers mill in filled swill-pits, trilling skillfully, grilling still pillows with a will.
Palestine's palpitations preclude petty paupers, yet preening princes peruse peregrines.
Gratefully grinding a grapefruit on granite, Grandma's gristle groans ghoulishly.
Cozy, fuzzy muzzles buzz around the razor, bizarrely: zany zombies?
