The jump-off line is from You will be changed by Jeanette Encinias. I’ve never written a love letter to myself before but I feel like this piece is it: You have permission to change. Go ahead. Embrace it. You know you’re ready. You have permission to change. Take it slow. One step at a time.Continue reading “You have permission to change…”
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No one said…
This prompt was from a poem titled No one said that it wouldn’t rain by Maya Stein. This piece was one of the few ones where what I’ve written wasn’t about myself. Instead, there was a distinctly male voice dictating what I’ve put down on paper that I can hear inside my head. Of course,Continue reading “No one said…”
We lived like Gods
I actually imagined this as being feasible as the setting to a fantasy series. Not saying that I will be the one to write said series, since I’m not crazy about gods or deities having large roles in fantasy, it’s one of the tropes that I’m personally tired of. Perhaps this is one idea bornContinue reading “We lived like Gods”
Courage is Learning
I was pretty much going by order of I wrote each piece of Wild Writing but today I want to share something more recent. This is actually my own prompt, well, not my own exactly but a prompt that I heard from a writing summit that I attended. The original prompt was just Courage is….Continue reading “Courage is Learning”
We live in flawed abundance…
The starting line is from the Way under the Way by Mark Nespo. I had doubts over sharing this but the Wild Writing practice is about honesty and generosity so I decided to go ahead and share this piece that showed me as having a mix of generous and ungenerous thoughts and as flawed asContinue reading “We live in flawed abundance…”
The songs we could have been singing
This is a piece created from a prompt from Maya Stein’s Press Play. I truncated the last paragraph because it was too personal but I like the ending to this truncated piece as well. Enjoy: The songs we could have been singing, the dances we could have danced, the words we could have spoken… howContinue reading “The songs we could have been singing”
Reeds speak to you of the natural world
This is still from the poem Starfish. And in fact, I took more from the original poem in the opening. “Reeds speak to you of the natural world. They sing, they whisper”- those are all from the original poem, except for punctuation. In fact, I quite like the whole phrase together and was going toContinue reading “Reeds speak to you of the natural world”
Is it a message finally or just another day?
Yet another piece based on a prompt from the Starfish poem- I was thinking of the subscription to Wild Writing Family and I like to know that I could commit to the three times a week free writing before I got it. So what I did was go to the Wild Writing video on YouTubeContinue reading “Is it a message finally or just another day?”
Outside the Starfish drift through the channel
Yet another Wild Writing piece based on a jump-off line from the poem Starfish, actually part of a line. I personally like it, because it pushed me into the lyrical realm, which is a realm that I like to visit but I’m not convinced is my natural place. But there is this central imagery thatContinue reading “Outside the Starfish drift through the channel”
Maybe there is nothing going on
This piece below is still prompted by a line in the poem Starfish: Maybe there is nothing going on. Maybe there is nothing going on. Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing except my imagination. Oh, I’ve always had imagination. When clouds flowed by in the sky, I could see shapes in them. I could conjure storiesContinue reading “Maybe there is nothing going on”
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