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 […]

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 […]

Tropic of Cancer

I. He Quick stepping and waltzing Precise as a surgeon cuts into The body, like a first kiss. Her softness ages his face. Speech fails him, words Slurred with the stroke of An unset clock stuttering Her number in the dark. His hand reaches under her breast Bone tapping out a beat Inside her hallowed […]

In Limbo

Dancing towards me He cuts in and I’m removed like a tumor With his sharpened scalpel Dripping with the blood of anger. I do a lonely limbo for him Bent under my fears and sharp pain My back broken from comparisons To exotic island breasts Atop trained heel high legs. Sinking into the dance floor […]

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