deconstructed poem with playful line breaks: to get a resolutionn is to reattempt to solve to find solution but to irresolution is to reabsolutely to salve save desolately

How does holding back your words and thoughts feel like? How does it look like, this stuckness, these word-opportunities held back, these thought-trails derailed, these thought-tangents caused to diverge? How does it look like for ambivalence and divergence to converge, for two things in parallel to race in being expressed all at once, all word-opportunities at once like swiftly unspooling threads, like raindrops on a glass surface water heavy, racing from one fork to the next, synapses firing all at once?

 

This collection of poems titled, Eke, are poems of aching, of aching towards an expression, of enacting both painful and opportune expression, or of words still stuck and struck in a state of percolation. These poems are attempts at articulating, attempt-ation towards meaning. If it is only easier to withdraw, to hold back in environments inhospitable to expression, to eke is to express is to let go and to let in.

>>

<<