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. You can read Thursday’s poem here and Friday’s poem here.

Saturday’s CWW AWP “Corps Exquis”

I am a man weighed down by burden
of the unphysical sort, buckets of oil spelunking
on their own minus the centrifuge of dystopian
orgasms.

The spine is linked with marshmallows
melted over the sweet potato pie of ravaded
America.

…swallowing dust, digging dirt,
her white dress soiled, soul tainted…

eyes like tangerines, a Parliament
between her teeth, “Kill me,” she
screams into the asphalt.

My eyes are dried into raisins.

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. You can read Thursday’s poem here.

Friday’s CWW AWP “Corps Exquis”

There are three ways to skin a cat, and
I don’t recommend the second.
Keep up with the first one, otherwise
it might get messy.
Do not touch the glimmering insides as they
pierce the skin like the bone of the teeth.
Teething and sheathing
with a man’s last breath.
A luscious, delicious, Flower Monkey dances
with a radiant sense of self.
The sense is challenged,
barred by fun house mirrors.
The third way involves
pliers.
Don’t doubt your horses.
Shatter it for the jar. The big one.
I am hungover.

An exquisite corpse drawing by Man Ray, Yves Tanguy, Joan Miro, and Max Morise

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.