Make Something: Old Book
Today’s marching orders were to “transform an old book into something new by cutting, folding, gluing, and so on.” I know about altered books. I’ve seen beautiful examples, and I’ve […]
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Make Something: Stencil
“Today, make a stencil and use it in your work.” Really? Just seven days into 365, I met this prompt with an eye roll. Cynicism. Already. But I’m all in. […]
Make Something: Fruit or Veg
Walk into your kitchen and grab the first fruit or vegetable you see. What can you make? If I had been hungry, I probably would have doused these little tomatoes […]
Make Something: Collected
Day 5 of Noah Scalin’s creative adventure challenged me to work with a collection found in my home. As I began to wander from room to room, I felt a […]
Make Something: For Another to Discover
For this fourth day of creativity, the challenge was to take a five-minute walk, then make something with whatever was at hand, wherever I wound up. The walk didn’t fit […]
Make Something: Paper
I wonder how often my little girls will be able to participate in this “Make Something” challenge over the next 365 days. They both had ideas for today’s prompt, but […]
Make Something: Animal Inspiration
The little girls didn’t produce work to save today. Between one’s Girl Scout hike in the rain and the other’s solo at a chorus concert, they were simply too busy. […]
Make Something: Small & “On Hand”
Yesterday marked the end of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), which means my 30-day poetry jag is over. That’s not to say I’m done writing poems; no way. But now […]
Editing
you give it all you’ve got until you gave it all you had you put in all the words until there’s nothing left to add then you work with the […]
Grand God
I broke out the Haikubes for today’s poem. These words assembled themselves quickly. I must be feeling small and grateful …
Fresh Read
A new book! The title angles for attention. The spine longs to be cradled. The cover clamors to be lifted. The pages beg to be turned. The story craves the […]
Spring
warm at last kids blow bubbles while grown-ups pull start mowers and light grills
Teen Alarm
I call each morning so he gets up on time while mama snoozes on
Feisty Feline
our calico cat so lean and petite is trolling the house on white cotton feet heedless of odds and to our surprise she carries ‘round objects at least twice her […]
The Children
who would dare interrupt the CEO whose door is closed whose head bends toward the desk whose gaze holds fast to a glowing screen whose pen scratches hastily on the […]
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