I went to the gallery for a change of pace Tired of mundanity I came to this vestigial place Left over from a time where all who came Came verklempt And all the same they changed within Thanks to a small notion Perhaps the issue…
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“Welsh Word” A Ninette
“Welsh Word” A Ninnette Cwtch what we as people need, for our growth Sustain our Spirits in order to protect our divine Love
(Hour 02) 11.30-12.30am. TEXT PROMPT, POV of self from 10 years ago
The Last Day Stella Saw Daddy Mummy & Daddy yelling Again again always Always always yelling Daddy’s breath smells Mummy crying Daddy says bad words Lots of loud bad words Pushes Mummy over Daddy lets the door bang I get told off if I do…
Hour two text prompt -for I can do it all
Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…
To take the fall.
It wouldn’t matter to you when I stand and watch, a meek flower fall it’s way through in the pattering of the rainfall. What might the flower be feeling? Was she happy? or dismal for her end. perhaps did she dreamed To birth fruits of…
Hour one text prompt – and how you’ll always find us
-And this is how you’ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past…
Hour one, image prompt a Shakey start
I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…
Entry Fee
There’s a cost either way. One road left, another right. One takes you up, the other down. You must choose. For now. Later you can circle back and try the other. If it’s still there. Either way You’ll find beauty, growth, expanse, adventure. Open your…
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: adapting a line/image from Diana Khoi Nguyen’s poem “Selkie Weaning Young (Redux)”
finding them hiding i don’t know how Rueben knew they were there but he did somehow sensing he’s always been good with live things bringing home frogs & birds & countless other creatures to the safety of his heart before always … letting them go…