The Cambridge Writers’ Workshop is busy at the Association of Writers’ and Writers Programs Conference in Minneapolis this week, but while we’re not promoting our upcoming retreats or our CREDO anthology, we’re encouraging visitors to contribute to our exquisite corpse poem. Every day, we’ll post a new poem to the website.
Thursday’s CWW AWP “Corps Exquis”
What I found conventional about unconventionality
was the rust-rimmed rebar bones
And the color the water turned in winter
When the leaves fell in and rotted: turquoise-grey
Like the magnet on the fridge,
the morning I got the news.
Winds, rain, crashing charge.
Arms Akimbo, she flies.