Perhaps it seems highly appropriate to be talking about exorcisms here at the beginning of spooky season or maybe its just that the fledgling project I kept dipping into when I was working on GRANATA, as yet untitled, feels like an exorcism of sorts. After finishing up what was a project more removed from me personally and my personal history, I moved wholeheartedly into something much closer to my own vest, which is mixing a bit of the past, but in this strange whirl of leaves.
It's a short project, probably maybe 20 poems overall I'm guessing eventually (right now I have about a dozen). They are about exes and romantic dissolution, which seems old hat and places I've gone before, but this feels new in a way those poems did not. Or more that I am hammering away at something in an effort to rid myself of it.
Having been a pretty functional and happy relationship the past 7 years, and written about it early on, there still seems to be a lot of yuck clogged in the gutters that needs to come free. But then, I am always chipping away at the past when it comes to all things. Maybe less like leaves but more like a collapsed house we are excavating one level at a time. Here the roof broken in half. Here the sub-basement where the ghosts live. A chair. A wonky stove. Sometimes, things just lift up from the ground and hover inexplicably. Sometimes a monster is just a chair with some clothes on it.
I've already got another idea for a more seasonally appropriate project I plan on turning attention to more toward Halloween and the end of the month I look forward to delving more into. More on that as the month progresses...
