Beginning Enigma

the ugly writers

Beginning Enigma



took what I wrote

with a grain of salt.


This is not meant to be comfortable.


This is a

grand, marble, slab—

and everyone

has been carving their piece.


People should not have been created;

so perfectionistic,

sounding so pinched,

so distant from emotion.


This voice, wherever it may lead,

I will forever try

to not seem so intelligible.




I write for

the world

and one, single,



I write for the

splay of leaves and

the morning wind.


I write for the freshly shed


of a snake, left to dust,

on the side of a road.


I know nothing,

but I write for everything.


If you liked Beginning Enigma, you will love Chelsea Yanga‘s previous work on The Ugly Writers:

the ugly writers

the ugly writers

the ugly writers

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