1:23 p.m. — San Antonio
listening to the rustle of paper, as Skip unpacks another box of stuff from mom’s that I can’t live without
Aieee! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S TUESDAY? The uppercase is to replicate what I actually said and which I cannot say here, when I realised, in the middle of unpacking boxes, that today might be Tuesday. Hello, everyone.
As I was noodling around coming up with the summer prompts, I came across a number of images of poets sleeping or dreaming. Long pause. Margo can be heard using language she does not usually use. There is a faint echo in the blogosphere.
So. My dropbox has decided to stop syncing; thus the images are sitting on my other computer, the one in Atlanta. Needing a couple of weeks to regroup, I will throw a curveball and we will all shift gears to the prompt for week 6: What does summer mean to you?
List all the things that summer means to you or for you. Pick one to focus on or, if you spot a thread, more. Don’t forget sensory details so we also feel what you feel, understand what summer means to you.
You can also find an image that shows what summer means and write a poem that parallels or embodies the image.
My apologies if I am not terribly lucid. My mind is mush. I shall see you next Tuesday for some oulipo-ing.
Happy writing, everyone.
P.S. Barb C.? Are you there? I need that photo of Rehoboth. I need an escape!