Recipe for a New Job

Knowledge Self-Confidence Effort Compassion Patience Gather the appropriate skill set, and begin with the knowledge that you are good at what you want to do. In fact, you are perfect for someone out there in your world. Each morning, wake knowing someone needs your talent,…

Free Verse (Recipe Poem) – Recipe for Love

Hour 2, Prompt 2 Recipe Poem contributed by Jennifer Faylor Choose something unrelated to food to create a recipe for––joy, a winter holiday, or an ideal lover, anything goes. Make a list of five “ingredients” for your poem. For example: Recipe for Averting Disaster 1….

Recipe for Life

A heaping scoopful of courage. A dash of blind faith. A portion of patience. Generous grace. Add a sprinkle of love. Let the whole mixture rise. Prepare for the feast of a beautiful life.                      …

10:00 am – I’m Rusty (Hour 2) – DONE

My craft it’s strength sits numb bombarded with heavy moments unexamined ungathered ill-proper ill-formed paralyzed in a sea of woe is me amidst global zeitgeist upheaval craving a positive acidic interruption salting the foul brine of my own soaking lifting extracting flaking away corrosive minutia…

Stupid Recipe Prompt 1/2 marathon poem #2

Stupid Recipe Prompt 1/2 marathon poem #2 Take 1 stupid prompt. Add a generous helping of overcomplicated rules. Add approximately 500-1000 frustrated poets. A dash of desperation. Allow to boil over furiously for about an hour. Ignore for 24 hours before tasting – mostly bitter.

Recipe for Unconditional Love

Rescue dog from a shelter Foster dog (one, two or three) Pregnancy via your best friend California King bed Music First, go to a high kill animal shelter. Select one or two dogs using heart and intuition. Wait one year for dogs to decompress and…

Creation (prompt 2 hour 2)

The sandbox is where the magic happens. A universe of particles waiting to be created by the force of intention, Animated into being by thought. The I AM dances in shifting forms always in motion, never still, A restless magnetism holding all life in shapes…

The Blue-Haired Fool

He bewitches from the screen, A word per drop of caffeine; He reads to her her fortune From an old newspaper in June. The blueness appears to spread For now, it’s on his forehead, Then at once, his nose it shines And from the sky…

Mahou

No tricks No illusions No miracles No deception No sleight of hand No Houdini or Henning No mystical mumbo-jumbo No elaborate attempts at misdirection No sparkly filters or rose-coloured spectacles None of that When eyes meet, the connection is made— feelings sensed, warmth felt sometimes…