Daily Prompt Love <3 For the March for Science
22 April 2017
I can’t join the March for Science today, so to honor those who march–
Make art inspired by this.

22 April 2017
I can’t join the March for Science today, so to honor those who march–
Make art inspired by this.

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind. I have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: whining, rearranging the disaligned. A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind. I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.
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Rock on, you poets and warriors!
xo
Mary
1 April 2017
Daddy reciting Yeats
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild: With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand…and I went out to the hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head….
Mama reciting Kipling
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you, By the livin’ Gawd that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!…as she mopped our lil trailer floors….
and Wordsworth and Coleridge and Blake…Little Lamb who made thee. Dost thou know who made thee. Gave thee life & bid thee feed…the sing-songy hopefulness of Edgar Guest, the inquiry and longing of Emily Dickinson
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too?….and Poe
But we loved with a love that was more than love— /I and my Annabel Lee—
and always, always, always Frost
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall….Say something to us we can learn/By heart and when alone repeat./Say something! And it says, ‘I burn.’/But say with what degree of heat….
and the one they both would use to reassure and encourage their odd and poet daughter, who even then, they understood, would have to scuff and stumble to find her own way ![]()
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Oh and Whitman!!!
Still the poet I read most frequently, still the singer of my wild child’s heart ![]()
Thank you, Mama
Thank you, Daddy
I owe all the poetry in my life to both of you. We had very little materially, but oh the poetry ![]()
Make art about what your parents gave you.

Happy National Poetry Month! Ain’t gonna lie–Kinda really love that Poetry Month is the same month as my birthday 😀
So my daily prompts will continue, but if you’d like to get a bunch of prompts at once, join us in the Better Than Black Friday Writing Group on Facebook, where I’ve created and posted a whole list of prompts for those who want to write every day for Poetry Month 🙂 30 Prompts for 30 Days!
Join the Better than Black Friday Writing Group Here!

My daily postcards to my elected reps have been mailed, my phone calls made, but my most important action today is to support and empower and encourage my community of writers and artists, however I can
🙂
Tomorrow, April 1, begins National Poetry Month, and I run a writing group on here providing art and writing prompts to anyone who passes by and is interested. For the nonwriters here, we have a tradition of celebrating Poetry Month by doing something called PAD–Poem a Day
🙂 But whether it’s poems, stories, dreams, or journal entries, celebrating spring by writing something every day is both inspiring and empowering, and I think, needed now more than ever, this beautiful raising of our collective voices, strengthening our creative spirits in a political culture that seems determined to dim them.
So please come play with us
🙂 Celebrate spring and the power of your creative spirits! You’re amazing! And we need you!
❤
Celebrating National Poetry starting tomorrow!
15 Brand New Prompts Up at the Better Than Black Friday Writing Group!
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1512919158978356/

30 March 2017
Make art about empowering others, about being empowered, about sharing empowerment, about how we rise.

3 March 2017
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.”-Osho
Thirty years ago today, the first of the three greatest miracles of my life occurred: I met my daughter Lia. Now she’s a mama herself ❤ The miracle of Endless Love ❤
Make art about daughters, or about being born.

11/13/2016
Make art about our work, about what you think our work is, about what work means now.

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