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To Run, No Chance to Dream . . . and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

To Run, No Chance to Dream . . . and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

Illustration courtesy of Serkan Turk, Usplash

“People around the world may be physically separated in pandemic lockdowns, but they are joined in at least one way — many are experiencing vivid and bizarre coronavirus dreams.” Why so many people are experiencing pandemic dreams, Helena Humphrey, NBC News

I’m so engaged by the brave and honest responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt,COVID-1…

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element. . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

element. . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

Oh lovely chance, what can I do To give my gratefulness to you? You rise between myself and me With a wise persistency; I would have broken body and soul, But by your grace, still I am whole. Many a thing you did to save me, Many a holy gift you gave me, Music and friends and happy love More than my dearest dreaming of; And now in this wide twilight hour With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower, In a…

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schrodinger’s heart . . . and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

schrodinger’s heart . . . and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

  “May we find the language that takes us to the only home there is ~ one another’s hearts ….” from TAKING THE SKY: A Palestinian Childhood by the Palestinian-American poet, writer, educator and humanitarian, Ibtisam Barakat (ابتسام بركات).

Tuesday again! One of our fave days: Here are the responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt, Heart Knowledge, October 16. The poems which form today’s…

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Soul Food . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

Soul Food . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Here are this week’s responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt, A Beautiful Place for Mortal Beings, October 2. After September’s justified global focus on climate change and climate action, we turn our attention to the beauty and…

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"you buy we fry" . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt; Roald Dahl and His Writing Hut

“you buy we fry” . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt; Roald Dahl and His Writing Hut

Newstand Chapbook illustration by J.C. Leyendecker circa 1899

The women and men at their devices … In fine Whitmanesque publishing tradition Put out newfangled electronic edition A word symphonic record to leave behind Carefully tweaked, tempered and timed Baring witness to love, history, and crime All good-natured, well-reasoned, and rhymed © 2016, Jamie Dedes

And the week flies by and we find…

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... the story of my life . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

… the story of my life . . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

FromMother’s Day: Flowers and Native American soapstone bear

My Life Is Not Mine— Give wanting what other people have. That way you’re safe. “Where, where can I be safe?” you ask. This is not a day for asking questions, Not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, More manifest than saying can say. Thoughts take form with words, But this daylight…

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The Annoyance of Flies ... and other poetic responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

The Annoyance of Flies … and other poetic responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

Once upon a time at the San Mateo Country Fair Grounds

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind: Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.

– Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems (Penguin Classics)

The last Wednesday Writing Prompt, Foraging…

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