Look up at the sky. What is the weather like today?
Hello, love bugs! Something iconic/hilarious/brave happened on Thursday… (ellipses are the most provocative punctuation and you can fight me on that). A very sweet man asked me at an open mic if I was a blogger and when I said, “Kind of?” He responded that he could tell because only bloggers are this weird. SO I am going to try something new with this online space…
I have completely slacked on my creative writing/emotional processing/fictional imagination and really have just been word-vomiting into the abyss that is the “web domain” I will "own" for the next 3 years.
This brings me to the exciting new endeavor I present you with today: WRITING PROMPT-A-PALOOZA!! Each Monday I will post a new writing prompt on my Instagram story and then publish what I wrote on this site (also on Monday). Because I miss the collaborative environment of an art and literary mag I would love it if y’all sent me what you wrote in response to the prompt as well–and with your consent, I will publish/promote your work to my small following of family and friends.
Now let’s get to what I found in the sky!
*
This week bursts like a cracked water table. Skies are concrete gray and roads spill over with water the city wasn’t built to hold. I find solace in the wheels that spin into puddles only to make a mess. I never thought I’d see waves in the desert.
Clouds create the kind of days you want to cry in. Their humid hangings hug my heavy shoulders with a reminder that it’s okay to feel too much. It’s okay to let it go too.
I think about texting you to drive carefully. I was gonna call but didn’t want you to answer if you were on the highway. I hope to see you when I wake up from the nap.
Hail hits the roof and a TikTok teen is recording it. They call the hail ASMR when all it is is a teardrop swept up into a solid-state by the wind. I know a lot about science now. I like to look out the window and feel like Greta Gerwig writes about me.
Why can’t we make a city that drains rain?
Comentários