It all started with painting a room sky blue. I was shocked. My electric bill was cut almost in half. Who knew.
Today’s writing prompt is based on the poem Turning Earth care, as it turns out, is really about self-care and other-care. What we design today impacts how we live tomorrow. For better or for worse, it even impacts far into upcoming generations. In “Turning,” a shortcut today becomes an injury tomorrow. Says the poet, “I’m […]
Today’s writing prompt is based on the poem Immolation In “Immolation” there’s a delicate balance between constructed technology and natural forces. Each takes turns challenging the other, though it is Icarus who eventually suffers loss. Complex issues of the hope for recognition and adulation, the desire for identity affirmation and love, enter the picture. “Immolation” […]
Immolation As the horizon looms, flips over to present an endless span of waves, I give up, surrender. My fate’s the fate of falling. I guess I hoped for recognition, that when I pushed my arms into the hostile sun he would look up and see my face, the frame of limb so like his […]
Today’s writing prompt is based on the poem Resort One philosophical standpoint about our environment is that we are simply part of it, and all that we build is basically like the things that all other species build; they are constructed according to our species’ knowledge, our latest technologies and stylistic preferences, and our needs […]
Today’s writing prompt is based on the poem Eve’s Second Garden In today’s poem, we see a couple using simple technology (teeth, a sotol stalk) to save and protect themselves from variables in their environment that are, rightly so, frightening. Write a poem about something in our environment that frightens people (or frightens you). Include […]
Eve’s Second Garden Filled with succulents and spines that scratch her legs and break off inside, so Adam has to pinch her skin, then suck and bite the sliver, his teeth the only tweezers yet invented. Nothing requires much water. Five months drought each winter turns prickly pears brilliant purple before they die. Yucca shade […]
The tree house he built, the smell of a grass fire’s smoke and vanilla, and camping. It’s Father’s Day in this poem about memories.