Day 8 Prompt : White
Day 16 – Write a poem about ‘packing.’ Open to interpretation.
Day 13 – Invent a new word and describe its use.
Day 10 – Write a list poem.
Day 8 – Talk about freedom and the evolution of its meaning over the ages – the personal, the political and the in-betweens.
Is freedom a state of being or a journey?
Photo: ‘Burning Sage’ by Sherri Wear https://www.flickr.com/photos/60438408@N08/ Flow Through Begin Again This rancid blood needs renewal A hum of chance A tune of winds Sit Still Bring out the flask Terror Eyes terrorize Terra’s sighs Tear the I’s Bare the lies Wheel yourself down the corridor A floor or two to Flora’s tomb A dash […]
Three knocks, each one harder than the last.
That was his thing, every time we left for the day. Some days there was even a large pause between each knock. He didn’t think I ever noticed, but I did.
So…this was a bit weird. A serial killer, a Marvel hero, and a scene from Naruto all make an appearance. By far the weirdest of the 4 entries. I remember thinking at its inception to let go and just let out whatever came out, with little restrain or fear or being absurd. And you know? […]
Their embrace was short. He pulled away and kissed April on the forehead before breaking away for the last time. He mind began to sink back into a cold, process-oriented mode. Back to the basics. Back to figuring out his next move. His belt was back in the house, along with his plasma gun.
This one took a much different approach than the other three. I didn’t manifest an outside attacker or a villain like the others. Instead of an external threat, this was an internal one. If you’ve ever suffered panic attacks, maybe you can relate. (This is part of a 4-part writing exercise. The rule is to […]