Poem to a Four Word Prompt
Last weekend, during a women’s “Wintry Mix” art retreat, we studied the element fire. We drew four slips of paper from a paper bag as it was passed around. Mine read: bonfire campfire passion comfort I wrote
Stand Alone
Prompt: 5 minutes "Stand Alone" Stand Alone Stand alone. On your own two feet. See what you can do without any others to stop you, to help you, to harm you, to interfere, to suggest other ways. What does your heart say? What is your heart saying to you? Stand alone. You already do stand
Interior Vision
Tuesday, July 22, 2014, 11:11 am Prompt: "Interior Vision" 20 minutes Interior vision happens when we stop the madness of the world to dwell on what’s inside our very cells, our breath, behind our eyes where luscious sunsets melt their beauty, trickling rose and orange down into our very souls, at the cellular level
My sacred place
My sacred place. My beautiful friend, Dani, whom I met at an Elizabeth Berg writing workshop last August, has created a lovely writing nook for herself. One of these days perhaps I'll get my own decluttered enough to post a photo, too! In the meantime, I'm enjoying writing personal things for myself and working on
A Gentle Heart…
Prompt: 15 minutes: "A gentle heart…." A Gentle Heart A gentle heart is what I have sometimes, what I show to the world. I hide the dark part of my heart, my soul processing shameful feelings secretly, purging them of any power over me. The self-doubt, the insecurities, the grief, depression, desperation, feelings of futility,
This Time
June 10, 2013 Prompt: 10 minutes: “this time” This Time This time I am braver. I haven’t even sent out an email yet, put it on Facebook, keeping the cancer private, more or less, for the past week. This time it feels so much more manageable -- almost routine. I mean I know it’s surgery
“This book”
Prompt: 25 minutes: "this book" This Book This book I've tried to finish, publish, get out there for so very long, still sits on my cluttered desk, pulled, wrinkled, from the bag I took with me to the fall writer's conference this past weekend with high hopes of making headway in a seemingly never-ending process,
“After the Storm”
Prompt writing: 20 min: "after the storm" GO! After the Storm After the storm, the clouds make way for a little light to peek through. Then a little more. The deep elephant gray morphs into a lighter ashen gray, then a bluish tint that gives the moving sky that cotton candy look. The wind still
“Snag It”
Another 10 minute prompt writing, without lifting the pen for 10 minutes straight: "Snag It" Snag it. Snag that fish swimming so quickly through the salty ocean waves. Tempt him with your bait of shrimp, "cut bait" of other unfortunate fish in bits, pulled from your freezer for just this day. Snag it. Snag it,