Raw excerpt for today:
Her whisper guided him along the banks
of the river, where the rocks cut through
her feet as she pulled the lines in, taking
her catch to her papa.
Raw excerpt for today:
Her whisper guided him along the banks
of the river, where the rocks cut through
her feet as she pulled the lines in, taking
her catch to her papa.
This is a technique introduced to me at a workshop at the Kachemak Bay Writers’ Conference that I found interesting and effective. It is negative inversion. In this technique, you take an existing poem (yours or someone else’s) and flip (or reverse negatively) the nouns and verbs in each of the lines.
Take this example, from one of my poems.
Her whisper guided him along the banks
of the river where the rocks..
Flip the nouns and verbs negatively:
Her scream pushed him away, away from his embrace
across the room and beyond his walls,
or something similar. This is just a crude example. This is a technique of play and word manipulation. Try it out. You may get nonsense or it may take you somewhere you may never go on your own. Try it.
Because it did not post yesterday…
Raw excerpt for today:
After three days on the Siberian tundra,
her layers started to shed,
the child dimples returned, her voice
grew less hoarse and more like
a whisper telling a secret…
Because it didn’t post yesterday…
Prompt for the day: Take out a map. It could be a national map or a world map. It really doesn’t matter. Find a place on it where you have never visited, whether it be a city, lake or river. Write about someone returning to this destination after a long time away. What does it look like. Write about the journey.
Raw excerpt for today:
The Collection Plate
Yeah, we weren’t supposed to pay attention to what was placed in the collection plate, but you know you did. While your eyes were supposed to be on the minister, clad in beige trousers and the same black jacket every Sunday, your eyes lingered where they should not have, and you didn’t care.
Thinking of food today. Over the weekend, I had the opportunity to partake in the Kachemak Bay Writers’ Conference in Homer, Alaska. Thorough the many exercises and workshops I participated in, I thought of a story I had about babka. It is a bread typically served around Easter in many Eastern European countries. In my story, I was making the bread for the first time while I was pregnant with my daughter. Never would I imagine how much and how often you had to punch bread dough down before you could bake it. This act of repetitive punching and dough became a metaphor for a piece that I will write and finish later on.
Prompt for today: think about food. It could be a seasonal food, like babka, or any common dish. Think about preparing it. What would you prepare, and what parallels can be make from the preparation, or even eating, of this food or dish. Write about it.
Raw excerpt for day 15:
I bowed upon the altar of the goddess
peroxide for more than 20 years. Then,
she died, and I had to find another
altar at which to worship.
Prompt of the day: discrete, meaning individually separate and distinct.
Raw excerpt for today:
A simple shade on a piece of paper,
a fleeting skyscraper of a mountain.
Prompt for today: ice berm. Yes, I know it is June, but that is part of the challenge.