Spasms are my "word snaps" . . . everyday glimpses of my life or the lives of those I love.
They are urgent outbursts . . . either catching the moment or releasing something that has been haunting me for years, like stories from my own personal history or family of origin . . . and then, suddenly, they snap into place.
Some spasms rhyme, and some don't. I never know when one will come or what it will be about. It's like being on vacation and wanting to remember or share the surprises you see, so you take a snapshot . . . or in my case, a "word snap" or spasm.