Attempts at Creativity ...
- Jason Hecker
- Dec 20, 2018
- 1 min read
The Spoon (100 Word Prose Poetry)
Cliché’s be damned, we stood beneath the overpass.
She held the lighter under the spoon
that Jojo kept steady with a practiced hand.
The needle kissed the sweetness.
She pulled back the plunger and gave it to him.
Jojo always went first.
He took his hit,
and started humming a tune I knew, but couldn’t seem to place.
Hey man, what song is that, I asked.
Jojo just smiled and lay down
Then he closed his eyes
and shook and shook against the concrete.
She gathered up what was left,
gave me the spoon,
and held the lighter underneath it.
Bateman Park (Free Verse Poetry)
I found God today,
watching my daughter play at the park.
And I wasn’t even looking.
The Interview (100 Word Prose Poetry)
The suit he wore for weddings, funerals, and interviews
hung on the hook behind the door.
He put it on, along with the tie his brother gave him.
The payday loan collectors had figured out
that he didn’t have a payday coming.
They were calling twice a day.
He went over his notes.
His brother said to sound eager,
but not too eager.
One final look in the mirror.
“You got this”, he affirmed
unconvincingly.
He walked the six blocks to the metro station.
Took the elevator down to the platform,
and stepped in front of the Daly City train.
My Truth (Haiku)
Today, my truth is
the bastard-orange sunset,
framing her city.
This piece is haunting and evocative, capturing a moment that feels raw and real. The imagery of the spoon and the intimate act of sharing a hit highlights both vulnerability and camaraderie. I was particularly struck by the moment when Jojo lays d
own and shakes against the concrete; it’s a powerful reminder of the lengths people may go to seek solace, even in the darkest places. It’s a poignant exploration of creativity intertwined with pain.