Blue Weeds

Some like prompts. Others don’t. You could use this title as one. This came into mind looking at the pale blue wall in front of me. Then the weeds. I will admit I had need of some inspiration on something–anything, to write. This is a short snippet that I might find a use for in…

A Poesy Post

Yes, “poesy” is an archaic term for poetry. Apropos of a writing prompt. A challenge to use some words from an “endangered” list of our own choosing. Not all the ones I came up with are necessarily that uncommon. But most are ones you won’t run across frequently. Here they are followed by the poetry.…

Twilight–a peak, a driftwood frame and memories

Another Zoom brunch and another photo prompt–no, we do word or phrase ones too. Here’s the photo. From Lake Tahoe, Eve says. She is the group organizer–also a poet, photographer vocalist and more.  From the image comes this poetic venture: Twilight deepens, a flash of light The camera captures a fleeting image Through the hastily…

Potpourri–Finding Meaning in Art, Perceptual Isolation, Racism and More

Yes, it’s a geometric abstract painting from nearly a 100 years ago. Why is it here? It’s a writing prompt from our Zoom “Tea and Scones Brunch” from a week or so ago. Oddly, but perhaps not surprisingly, no one actually has either the tea or the scones–so far as I know. We will start with…

The Elegance of Chance–Or Not

The elegance of chance, a prompt for the “Munching Words Brunch.” We used to meet on Saturdays at a local coffee shop. Now, with the pandemic, we meet Thursday mornings on Zoom. It’s poetry and prose by Southwestern New Mexico writers. I seldom speak of my Buddhist faith on this blog, but it seemed workable…

Surfing a Lighthouse

A little something inspired by Suzanne Burke’s “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  Week #7 .   Here is the photo prompt that brought this to mind.   Of all the times they’d gone to the Outer Banks, they had never strayed far from shore. They snorkeled. They beachcombed. They took the sail board lessons but never hang…

Fencing the Sky

Back in 2013, James Galvin wrote a well-received western novel called Fencing the Sky. This post has only a slight connection to it–a writing prompt from a Zoom-hosted small group of local writers in southwestern New Mexico. This will likely be the extent of it, but who can say. Big Sky Country—where the well-off buy…

A Trainstorming Mashup

There once was a post by D.G. Kaye about “trainstorming,”–beginning a new sentence with the first word of the last. I did it before. This is a little more. You’ll see. I didn’t keep the prompts from last week’s Gila Writer’s Group but I believe that I took no more than a word but at…

A Detective Gaston Mystery

A Murder Mystery Snippet Maybe this will become a short story, maybe a novel—even a book in a series. For now, this is all there is–it all started with a writing prompt, from which I took only the two character names.  “She had a thyroid problem. Do you suppose that killed her, detective?” “Not unless…

The Cytherians

A snippet from a prompt at the Gila Writers Group. Maybe something to use in a short story or . . . ? The Cytherians, by necessity, are a shiny sort of people. The planet is very near its sun. The surface is very hot–too hot for more than a brief visit from the underground…