My writer’s block-busting exercise becomes a block in itself when I want to write standard “hey this is what’s in my head” entries. So here goes with one of those, long overdue. For the past few weeks, no small amount of my spare brain-cycles have been spent focusing on the question of what I do [...]
I apologize for the lack of posts this week. On Monday I had a king-sized headache, and on Tuesday I took photographs instead. Back to our regularly-scheduled busting of writer’s block! This prose poem is courtesy of my spam folder. “Too busy to go back to school?” she huffed, dangling the highball glass between thumb [...]
“Hello? O, hi, Cheryl. No, I’m not busy, just working on the kids’ bedroom at the moment. You know, the same old thing, cat walked through and wrecked the whole left edge. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with what I’m given, Cheryl. I just don’t know. You know Stan, always promising we’ll [...]
Something I am learning from this exercise: the prompts often launch me in a completely different direction. I wonder what that’s about. I am reading a book called “How to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys to Mindful Loving” by David Richo, and this passage struck me today: Childhood forces influence present choices, [...]
Despite all the wonderful prompts, this poem did not originate from one; it has been rolling around in my head all day, and must be let out. garnish me with more than green
