19 Words To Make You Sweat

WARNING: Explicit Content

The following is a collection of nineteen word statements crafted as part of a personal exercise in skill-building. Though I plan to expand on this concept and create other topics of nineteen word sets, this introductory piece focuses on the wildly popular and forever taboo topic of physical intimacy, to put it politely. I encourage other writers to get in on the fun by posting their own nineteen word statements on the topic. Please be sure to use the hashtag: #19wordstomakeyousweat.

Needing
Folding
Rolling over
Like dough
But flesh
Raising and falling
Hot
Against
The softness of my bed sheets.

Coast across my skin
Your tongue
Wide
Flat
In perfect spoils
That chill my flesh
And burn my soul.

The depth at which
You come to be
Within
Is
The depth at which
I need you
To be.

Peel me back
Clenching fists
Arms and legs
Around you
List
When you let go
Trembling
For your return.

Long fingers
Stronger fingers
Wide cool palms
My sides
The path on which you ride
Into my very being.

Lay your body into me
Caress me deep
And soulfully
Do not wait
Or hesitate –
Inside
Each bit
Trembles.

Let us live forever
Immortal
In this space
Our own heaven
That exists
In every place our skin touches.

With a richness
In color
In shape
In depth
I welcome the drowning
Breathlessness
And desperation
Of this submission.

Growth Through Limitations

I’m not one for writing prompts in their most traditional sense. Personally, I never found it worthwhile for me to spend any amount of time writing on my character being in some situation beyond the reality I’ve constructed for them. I have never sent my heroine into a coffee shop only to discover she’d lost her wallet on the bus because there isn’t anything I can learn about my character participating in a scenario that exists entirely outside of her world. Making a list of penetrating questions and developing a solid dossier always seemed far more productive.

While writing prompts have never appealed to me, I have a respect for and understanding of the necessity to build agility, impact, and overall skillfulness regarding literary devices. My difficulty has always been finding exercises that develop these strengths without dragging my out-of-the-ordinary characters through everyday mediocrity as part of their practice.

Like all writers, I presume, I tend to experience what I refer to as drips: standalone sentences, two-minute long dialogue exchanges, and simple statements that spill out of my brain and onto paper. Sometimes they are junk, but other times they are brilliant and not to be ignored. After all, just because I’m not writing a larger piece that would include a particular sentence doesn’t mean the sentence itself is not worth being shared.

As writers, we take those random thoughts and squirrel them away, leaving them in piles of other scrapes, a treasure trove of future inspiration or a pile of garbage we only peruse when we are drunk and feeling the pressure of writer’s block and its accompanying self-pity. But what if we could use them as building blocks with which we can develop the aforementioned skillset?

Much the way a visual artist might doodle as a means of playing with ideas and practicing techniques, creating parameters in which to manage these drips gives us the chance to develop our skills. It is a realization that I had while rock climbing, of all things. In climbing, I am learning that by limiting options along the route, I am forced to see my situation with a greater sense of creativity, to take bigger risks, and to balance style with learned technique. Why not manage these writing drips in the same way?

Thus, I have designed for myself a limitation… Use exactly 19 words to make a single statement with as much skill and impact as I can conjure. Why 19? Because 18 didn’t seem like enough, and 20 was overkill. What an odd number, 19. It never gets any play.

Over the next several months, I will be posting to Instagram and Twitter hashtags that use this 19 word format. The first to be rolled out is #19wordstomakeyousweat, and it focuses on the erotic. Writing, much like speaking and reading, about sex is something that many enjoy but few share. (My, what would so many be reading if not for those of us willing to put the words together and let others read them?) My hope is that others will join in and use the hashtag to share their 19 words… both in this introductory exercise and in those still forthcoming. I’ll be posting my own collections here on the blog, and sharing some of them via Instagram and Twitter. If you’d like to play along, please feel free to post in the comments on my blog, or to use the hashtag across social media.

Enjoy. Have fun. Let go. As artists, our best work is the product we get when we combine both our creativity and our courage. Take the chain off and run with it.

Linen Lies

A curtain hangs between us,

a fabric of deception,

a grainy, textured falsehood

almost undetected.

 

Your words have been selected

so carefully, I find

this linen-like expression

of neatly woven lines.

 

A closeness you surrender

every time you move.

Your touch is soft and tender

but my skin remains unsmoothed.

 

Flimsy and thin,

they’re easily told

and easier wrinkled.

I see them unfold…

 

The truth comes not between us.

The truth I never know.

Just linen lies that keep us

from feeling what we show.

 

April 20, 2001

The Square Lens

True artists rarely have one form of expression. Though most of us have a preferred manner of speaking, if you will, it hardly prohibits us from babbling in other languages. We can’t help it. Creativity is not a singular experience, nor is it inspired by one thing. Creative people are mediums who channel an energy that can come through in any number of ways. We can see a painting and write a poem, or read a poem and paint a scene.

I have always had a strong attraction to visual arts, though words are my favorite tool. I can put a pen to paper and generate emotion, display images, introduce people to the world, and create entire universes. For me, the writing experience is highly visual, however. I see everything I write. I have never, conversely, been able to recreate those images with the same level of accuracy using any other tool – a frustrating reality for a person who loves working in the visual medium.

While my paints, pastels, and pencils may wield their own unique style – one which I do not necessarily love and can’t seem to alter, I have discovered a newer form of visual expression that has proved to be both satisfying and inspired. Instagram.

I’m sure every digital artist in the room has just sighed and possibly choked back a bit of their last meal, but hear me out.

There is a natural pairing between words and images. They speak to and inspire one another.   The world is full of snapshots, tiny visual blips that exist in millions of spaces and at any given second… The turning spokes of a bicycle wheel as it rolls past the rigid immobility of a sewer grate… A vulture’s perch on a playground post… The softness of a flower somehow growing from the crevice of a stone… As a writer, I look at these things and see emotions, stories, poems, single sentences, lists of adjectives. Capturing these blips gives me that chance to share the visual experiences in life that inspire me. The option to adjust filters, angels, and finishes only extends and enhances the creative experience. Simple applications that allow me to lay the words I see across that image bring me to a state of digital ecstasy, allowing me to indulge in an entirely new medium.

Like many writers on Instagram, I am writing in a whole new way, drawing in followers using art conveyed with the split-second swiftness we have come to expect in the digital age. Squared off click-bait that must not only get attention but compel those that view it to want more of what I can provide. Learning to use these tools to promote myself as an artist of both words and images is vital to my success in the professional sense, but it is also wildly amusing and deeply inspiring… The world becomes a highly flammable substance with which I fuel the fires of my creativity.

Sure, there are tons of annoying “chat live” ladies and countless narcissists posting half-nude duck-faced selfies… But never let the glare of some make you blind to the beauty of all who lie in the shadows. Art is everywhere, even on Instagram. We need only open our eyes to it.

The Empty Box

There is a void
In this room
A starkness
In space
Since you left here
With none
To replace
Your smile
Your charm
You static disarming whisper-like breath
Your verses
Of passion
Your sensuous jest
Your pear golden eyes
Now the world looks like less
Than it was
Than it is
A place that once fizzled
Is flaccid and drib
You stripped it all down
It all went away
A life that was full
Now echoes in grey
But not for not wanting
A lovelorn departing
Without ever quite leaving
Me safely from you
Still tied to your words
Your lips where they’d sit
The kisses between them
The silence of split
The bare walls around me
The vacancy sign
The murmur of nothing
This cube
This nude shrine
To you
And to us
Or at least what I thought
And what should I do with a heart under lock?
I shall stow it inside
This now empty box.