POETRY PROMPT / I break down Didi Jackson’s “Fall” as a source of inspiration for your own poem that pays tribute to the dead or wounded.
Look on the bright side, I still have my sense of humor. The bad news for the sun-will-come-out-tomorrow crowd is that it’s a dry, mostly dark and humorless humor; I’m a Yankee through and through.
A friend calls this “writing weather.” I guess that’s one way to get through dark, cold, snowy winter. Willie Nelson helps. Mimosas, too.
POETRY PROMPT / I break down Rilke’s “Untitled [Do you still remember: falling stars]” as a source of inspiration for writing a Valentine’s Day poem.
WE by SARAH FRELIGH / Much has to do with sex. The adventures of it. Its hazards and manipulations. Parts that entice us. Parts that repel us. How we see ourselves inside it. How others see us in it. And if they can see us outside it.
POETRY PROMPT / I break down Suzanne Grove’s “Northern Florida, Thirteen” as a source of inspiration for your own poem about where you were (and who you were) when you were 13.
RANDOM THOUGHTS FOR JANUARY 2021 (a pandemic diary entry for Month 11 of The Social Distancing)