WEEK 3 - 2016

 I found a book I owned for 10 years, and I'm just glad I kept it this long. I remember buying this from Jarir Bookstore (back when they had good books), and it was during Eid. Every Eid, some time was dedicated for me to buy books from Jarir with the dirhams I managed to collect. 

This week started with simple blackout poetry and escalated to something I didn't see coming. Here's a series of trippy af flash fiction. I think this is a great way to express myself in words, since I tried writing poetry/short stories and it just couldn't work out. I also think it's a nice thought, that many poems can be produced by several people if they were given the same page to blackout. 

DAY #15

being a spoof
when something uncanny comes along
one of those genuine cases
deep at one end
shallow at the other
everything's quite informal.
personally dangerous sometimes
an enormous shark
had bitten off the end
his powerful jaws
vanished
stolen by another shark
never shall i forget,
this fearful monster

DAY #16

keeping his promise
underneath his handkerchief
i see an old scar
"be quiet, and i'll tell you" he said.
"we exchanged drops of blood,
we made a sacred pledge. 
whoever died first, confiscated the knives"

DAY #17

promise the visitor what he want

DAY #18

destiny beheld her with eyes wide open, like a child's

DAY #19

all at once
a strangled cry

DAY #20

THE HOST

possible accidents
fallen into a hollow
a false step cost him
agony of mind

shouting in the silence of the night
he made his preperations
inspected throughly
then he waited.
the steady ticking of the clock
sounded like the beating of a heart
he shivered.
feeling chilled and nervous
suddenly,
the vague light seemed to arise
and diffuse itself in space.
like a hunter, searching for tracks
saying, "seek, old man, seek"

DAY #21

the secret shared was afraid of poop. 
do you think i should have the men do anything? 
i suppose the end of the world will be something like that.
i don't blame anybody, 
only sincere unworthy existence
a heavy knock
upon my thoughts and upon my feelings
i cried through the door
accompanied by a faint smile of regret
i was not wholly alone