I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters:
I also write my truth. What is my truth?
Travel where? To the:
If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black hole, zero-divide-zero, undefined region.
Would you risk a dive
over the unknowable
Written for dVerse
Today, Tricia is hosting Poetics, and has asked us to use ‘risk’ in our poetry, in one or more of the following ways:
- by tackling difficult subjects
- by laying bare a personal struggle in vivid detail
- by writing on any topic as long the word “risk” is used (perhaps the risk we take falling in love)
- by exploring a new writing form that you may find “risky” or unconventional
I tried out a new form, a haibun featuring acrostics. It started off being about writing from the heart and ended up being about taking risks. Perhaps the two are one and the same.
I watched a Netflix documentary on black holes recently, which blew my mind more than a little bit.