Writing Prompts: Some great tools for those not so fresh days

Help me. Writer’s block sets in slowly and as unpredictably as does productive bursts of semi-genius. Rare is the latter, the former happens at least once a month. Blame the cancer writer’s block occurs far more often than it used to back in my “normal life.” But cancer became my go to writing prompt for… Read More Writing Prompts: Some great tools for those not so fresh days

Schrödinger’s Restaurant

I’m spinning plates at
Schrödinger’s Restaurant
Where food arrives and then doesn’t.
Cats black run out the front gate
Arriving white at the back door.

Finish eating peacefully, with love your wife and not wife.
Her note scratched on the back of a non payable check:
Make sure to do the mopping up of everything on your plate,
With white toast, or with nothing but your tongue.
No ones looking at you anymore
Anachronisms come built with a kill switch.
Schrödinger typed the menu in mimeograph blue
And we lift our morning quiz up to light our eyes
With the power of copies, copies, copies,… Read More Schrödinger’s Restaurant

Pet Rich Ore

(Dedicated to chemotherapy) Steal the scent of aftermath, Of rivers, ponds, waterfalls, of Mangled limp leaves, blown Around. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon Do the arithmetic: What’s left outside after a storm? Rain leaves its distinct message: More precisely, less understood Oily ascension from the earth Reaches to encounter rising… Read More Pet Rich Ore