Last week I released the first issue of a project I have been working on called Parlor.
Parlor Issue 1 is an online collection of 4 poems by 8 writers. Writers were paired up and asked to write a poem based off of a title prompt without knowing who their partner was.
Exquisite corpse art was invented in the 1920s by the Surrealists as a parlor game. The first player would write on a sheet of paper, fold it over to conceal part of their piece, and hand the paper to the next player. The players would only find out what the other players wrote when the poem was finished.
After a bit of thorough Gmail correspondence with myself being the middlewoman between partners as they wrote their parts, the poems are now finished and published.
EVERY TIME YOU TEXT ME I IMMEDIATELY FEEL STRESSED.
THIS STATEMENT APPLIES TO AT LEAST 3 PEOPLE.
I’VE BEEN STRESSED A LOT LATELY.
MY PERIOD HAS BECOME IRREGULAR.
I HAVE A HEADACHE ALMOST ALWAYS.
MY GRAY HAIRS WON’T HOLD HAIR DYE ANYMORE REALLY.
THIS IS NOT THAT UPSETTING.
NOVEMBER IS A BUSY MONTH FOR ME IN TERMS OF HAVING A LOT OF DEADLINES.
DECEMBER IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE AN EXPENSIVE MONTH.
I AM HAPPIEST IN NEW YORK.
SO MY MAIN GOAL NOW IS TO KEEP WRITING AND WORKING AT THE BAR UNTIL I AM IN NEW YORK PERMANENTLY.
SOMETIMES I FORGET HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO BE WORKING TOWARDS SOMETHING TANGIBLE.
I AM SOMEWHERE IN DELAWARE ON A BUS.
I AM ALMOST BACK IN BALTIMORE.
I’M GOING TO UNPACK AND CLEAN MY ROOM.
FEED MY CAT AND TAKE OUT HER BOX OF LITTER.
MAYBE WALK AROUND THE BLOCK.
I DON’T KNOW, I FEEL OKAY MOSTLY.
I FEEL GOOD.
I HAVE LISTENED TO ‘I SAY “NO”‘ BY MOUNT EERIE 13 TIMES IN A ROW AS OF THIS SENTENCE.