life rx 28 feb 24
introducing: mailbag!
the nine of wands, and a line from Kazuko Shiraishi’s My Floating Mother, City: “What happens? How do they appear,
these foxes? They show up near our houses
but not only because it’s warm.”
the aleatory
Find me: I’m a fox. Today is lovely. That’s the lack of mercy in it. Whatever turns under the stars becomes what it is. Beauty is cold. But we keep making lights. Making lights when lights go out. It is harder to continue than people say, but actually because everything is so ordinary. Teenagers smoking weed after school by the junction box. A pot of cat grass on its side. Mourning dove, dove, dove. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if another way was possible.
the assignment
Think about someone missing when it gets dark tonight.
the writing prompt
a list of blue things (don’t let them be lonely)
a chune
credits: small spells tarot deck by Rachel Howe
“Refugees, Three Foxes Walking Rowfant Road,” from My Floating Mother, City by Kazuko Shiraishi
“Roygbiv,” Boards of Canada
Dear diary, the only way to clean hairs out of a bathtub is to pick them out with your fingers, one by one, and then throw them away.
mailbag!
Gray Collier, in:re the prompt of 27 feb 24 (“Write, on hotel stationery, a list of genuine reasons you should be famous.”)
If you end up writing a poem using one of the prompts and would like to share it, send me a picture and I’ll run it here the next day! Well damn! It’s on.