Tell the story of your birth from your father's perspective.
You are not allowed to use 'you' or 'I'. It should be your father's voice, not you in your father's voice if that makes sense. A couple things to consider: What kind of man was your father? Was he there? How empathetic was he? What about his relationship with your mother before or after you? Don't be scared to go there with this one.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Exercise #10
Take a look at this picture
What would be the last Will and Testament to the person living here? What was their occupation? How long did they live there? Any children? Are they alone in the house? Who built the house? What would the promise if they survive?
What would be the last Will and Testament to the person living here? What was their occupation? How long did they live there? Any children? Are they alone in the house? Who built the house? What would the promise if they survive?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Ethan's prompt 6
If you told me our
last hug was a lie
I would gargle arsenic
to get the taste out.
Sand your name
from the surface,
sweep up that feeling
and place it under my bed
where I keep all of the things
I am afraid of.
I keep nightmares beneath
my dreams.
Why should your heart
be any different?
I would blame love poems on you.
Find spiders stretching
to the corners of your picture frames.
Fill trash cans
with your puppet strings.
I would apologize
for making you pretend
that this was what you wanted.
You created a beautiful
painting on my chest.
You may erase the pencil marks
but I will keep
these graphite scars
as a reminder
to not look down.
That love is a a tight rope walk
you can never prepare for.
If it was a lie
then it was a good one.
I won't regret believing it
because I was not built
to hate you.
last hug was a lie
I would gargle arsenic
to get the taste out.
Sand your name
from the surface,
sweep up that feeling
and place it under my bed
where I keep all of the things
I am afraid of.
I keep nightmares beneath
my dreams.
Why should your heart
be any different?
I would blame love poems on you.
Find spiders stretching
to the corners of your picture frames.
Fill trash cans
with your puppet strings.
I would apologize
for making you pretend
that this was what you wanted.
You created a beautiful
painting on my chest.
You may erase the pencil marks
but I will keep
these graphite scars
as a reminder
to not look down.
That love is a a tight rope walk
you can never prepare for.
If it was a lie
then it was a good one.
I won't regret believing it
because I was not built
to hate you.
Writing Exercise #8
1) Remember something that frightened or threatened you when you were young (a neighbors dog, shadows, the moon, parents seperation, failure, etc).
2) Now imagine that same thing is being tried publicly. How would you react? Would you be happy or sad? Would you want to defend it or prosecute it. Is the court room a civilized hall of justice or something closer to the times of the Crucible. How do other people feel about? The same as you or different? What will the punishment if it is found guilty? Stoning? Electric chair? Torture or solitary confinement? Are you happy for its existence or do you wish it never existed at all?
2) Now imagine that same thing is being tried publicly. How would you react? Would you be happy or sad? Would you want to defend it or prosecute it. Is the court room a civilized hall of justice or something closer to the times of the Crucible. How do other people feel about? The same as you or different? What will the punishment if it is found guilty? Stoning? Electric chair? Torture or solitary confinement? Are you happy for its existence or do you wish it never existed at all?
Writing Exercise #7
Ok, this one requires a little bit of work, but should be fun.
1. In one (or two) word(s), state what you feel is your biggest strength (charisma, singing voice, athleticism, etc)
2. Go to this website and click on your birthday. Find anyone you recognize (or at least sounds interesting). The first line of your poem will be: Dear (celebrity), when we were switched at birth, you used my (talent from question #1) for __________.
I'm guessing you'll get some weird and funny stuff out of this one.
1. In one (or two) word(s), state what you feel is your biggest strength (charisma, singing voice, athleticism, etc)
2. Go to this website and click on your birthday. Find anyone you recognize (or at least sounds interesting). The first line of your poem will be: Dear (celebrity), when we were switched at birth, you used my (talent from question #1) for __________.
I'm guessing you'll get some weird and funny stuff out of this one.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Ethan's Prompt 4
Dear Ethan,
This is your tongue. Thank you for the airtime. I have yet to feel under appreciated by you and that is something rare in my world. I have seen the sun for 734 consecutive days and not once did I force you to make that happen. You have kept me safe when the war outside was not worth my liquid.
But I would be amiss not to tell you I do not appreciate you holding my hand when we cross the street. I was born far before you and do not need a chaperon in shallow waters. Your moth is no YMCA. This is a mine field of subjects filled with Ts and Ds that should not be soft spoken. Do not fear what you do not say. It can only hurt me. Your molars are sharper than your silence and know more about inflicting pain than your fists.
Do not fear me touching someone other than you. There is something learned in that moment. I need interaction too. Do not hold me back. You protect your heart far more than you even think about me and that is a mistake. I am the strongest muscle in your body and believe me, your heart is crystal stemware begging for the shatter. I am whole. I am pure. You will never break me despite the disclaimer. I spend my days in isolation and spend my time out growing this life sentence.
Just keep in mind, I think about her just as much as you do. I am not as introverted as my life story would claim. I am lonelier than your arms because they get to hug her. Your eyes get to see her. I only get to dream how she would feel. Let me cross the street already. I promise, I don't bite.
Sincerely Yours,
The Tongue
P.S. Don't bother writing back. I already know what you are thinking.
This is your tongue. Thank you for the airtime. I have yet to feel under appreciated by you and that is something rare in my world. I have seen the sun for 734 consecutive days and not once did I force you to make that happen. You have kept me safe when the war outside was not worth my liquid.
But I would be amiss not to tell you I do not appreciate you holding my hand when we cross the street. I was born far before you and do not need a chaperon in shallow waters. Your moth is no YMCA. This is a mine field of subjects filled with Ts and Ds that should not be soft spoken. Do not fear what you do not say. It can only hurt me. Your molars are sharper than your silence and know more about inflicting pain than your fists.
Do not fear me touching someone other than you. There is something learned in that moment. I need interaction too. Do not hold me back. You protect your heart far more than you even think about me and that is a mistake. I am the strongest muscle in your body and believe me, your heart is crystal stemware begging for the shatter. I am whole. I am pure. You will never break me despite the disclaimer. I spend my days in isolation and spend my time out growing this life sentence.
Just keep in mind, I think about her just as much as you do. I am not as introverted as my life story would claim. I am lonelier than your arms because they get to hug her. Your eyes get to see her. I only get to dream how she would feel. Let me cross the street already. I promise, I don't bite.
Sincerely Yours,
The Tongue
P.S. Don't bother writing back. I already know what you are thinking.
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