Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit –   there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…

Well, if I complete this poem, I’m half way there – I can do this – I can get this out and successfully. There is no real and actual prompt here – but at the same time – I’ve been doing these cute collages between…