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The jump off lines is from Collecting Light by Deb Cooper and this is from a day when I’m not feeling the prompt:   I see the way my fingers dip into the trough of hand cream and withdraw while leaving the shape intact. I see the way, or rather feel the way, this pen I’mContinue reading “I see the way…”

Not sure where the jumping off line (let’s take an inventory of obsessions) is from but it says all about this piece.  Let’s take an inventory of obsessions: Chinese lore, I know that’s too broad but hard to refine this. I mean, I’m interested in an assortment of stuff that I group in under it:Continue reading “Let’s take an inventory of obsessions:”

The jump-off line is actually invented by Laurie Wagner, inspired by An Ordinary Day by Jean Reinhold.  I wonder why people never expect things to go wrong until they do? Inborn optimism or protagonist syndrome?  I wonder why people never talk about the failures or think about them even if they are talked about? WhyContinue reading “I wonder why people never…”

The jump-off line is from Some Feel Rain by Joanna Klink.  She feels the river shift. She feels the mountain shift. Everything is always moving.  She feels the river shift. She feels time itself shift.  She feels the river shift. It is always shifting.  She feels the river shift. Her childhood shifts and she cannotContinue reading “She feels the river shift…”

The following said something about me:

The jump-off line comes from You Will Be Changed by Jeannette Encinias.  I meet myself again, all these years later. At the core, I’ve never changed. I’m still serious, stubborn and proud. That’s why I liked Pride and Prejudice alone of all the classics I read, Lizzy and Darcy remain one of my favourite couplesContinue reading “You will meet yourself again…”

The line comes from Shake the Dust by Anis Mojgani. I usually like more flowery prose but the line has got some gritty attitude to it that makes it beautiful in some way to me.  This is for the butterflies waiting to emerge from their cocoons, for those likewise trapped in stasis, for those whoContinue reading “This is for… shake the dust…”