Published in Vagabond Voices·Dec 14, 2022Your life, your inspiration.A Vagabond Voices Writing (and living) prompt — We meet with our pens and our minds, you on your cold fogged nights, crowded cafes, my walk in the country, your rare bird, your day, my night, your feet wandering this hidden street in a city I barely remember, to discover a neighborhood lost in time, or return to that place beside the road…Poetry On Medium3 min readPoetry On Medium3 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·May 28, 2022You are a body…A Vagabond Voices Writing (and living) prompt. Inhabit this body blooming, blood pulsing, fragrances rising, life granular underfoot and caressing, sensual in your nostrils the essence of you: not thought not word, but world and the body that tethers you for now. Do you ever forget that you are…a body? I ask because maybe it’s easy for writers…Writing Prompts2 min readWriting Prompts2 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Feb 25, 2022Winter StoryProse poem…Creative Reading Prompt — You have only to look out the porthole of this bedroom. Now that the moon is full and high and the frost is forming on the inside. We have danced our cabaret and sent sheets and feathers drifting within our snowglobe. The cold light shines inside — and out. Used…Prose Poem2 min readProse Poem2 min read
Published in Scribe·Feb 19, 2022MycéliumNatural exploration, found poem in French and English… — Dans le langage courant, un fil que l’on suit sous le sol feutrine pour se perdre dans cette âme forestière, invisible, dans cet univers de filaments ramifiés qui voyagent dans le substrat de nos cellules allongées, cloisonnées, à la naissance de notre différence — la vide dans laquelle sont dispersés nos rêves souterrains…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Feb 19, 2022The times you haunt…A Vagabond Voices writing (and living) prompt What are these times you haunt, your life a collection of shots snapped, open, closed, this tiny aperture that floods scenes on the dark of your recollection. This writing and living prompt, this inspiration is brought to you by…a novel. Of course. Our Vagabond Book Pick for March: Woman at 1,000 Degrees by Hallgrímur Helgason. In…Writing Prompts3 min readWriting Prompts3 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Feb 11, 2022Take a world tour with books — and find yourself. — Vagabond EnglishVagabond Books Picks — join us for a book or a book chat… — It never ceases to amaze me how healing reading can be — and writing. Especially when life is fast and unrelenting. I bet you haven’t missed the fact that we live in times that require a great amount of flexibility. …Book Club3 min readBook Club3 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Jan 27, 2022PintandoFree verse poetry, community inspiration, collaborations — Estoy pintando el olor de la tierra mezclado en el agua, pigmentos de alguna montaña o de flores olvidados enturbiando el agua. Los pies desconocidos bailan y cantan pasando por sombras y pasos de piedra y yo no encuentro sus miradas. Estoy pintando ellos que el tiempo me ha robado…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Dec 4, 2021The Story in Your Snapshot…A Vagabond Voices writing and living prompt! — Think the story unwinds starting in your mind, or memory, unraveling to reach your fingertips and be written? Think that the photo follows, something you grab and tie on that string, an afterthought, artifact? Think again. What if the story lives in the image, the strange thing you saw and…Writing Prompts3 min readWriting Prompts3 min read
Published in Vagabond Voices·Nov 15, 2021Old Junk New LifeA Vagabond Voices writing and living prompt… — Can you find purpose, something in nothing, old junk you would cast off, but out of its usual place is a treasure, a lamp to be rewired, a poem to be cut pasted and glued from old waiting room trash the stuff of wasted time, tossed aside. What treasure will you find or create from nothing…Prompt2 min readPrompt2 min read
Published in Scribe·Nov 6, 2021Haunted SeasAn exercise in Creative Reading inspired by the book Burial Rites. — They said I must sail off the horizon — with one flask of water. They said that I stole from the soft bellies of babes and that now I must feel my own emptiness. …Prose Poem3 min readProse Poem3 min read
