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I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Category Archives: lucid dreaming
Another story from Damyanti in response to the image I put up as a writing prompt for her. I never know what will spark her writing or the direction it will take, but I am always delighted to read what … Continue reading
(A reworking of a poem I wrote in a time of rooming houses, everyday visions, clawfooted bathtubs, visiting friends, tribal ghosts and protectors and conversations with god on the Dorchester Avenue bus.) She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you … Continue reading
Here is this week’s image. This is a free for all. Children’s efforts welcomed here. . . Greybeard, the author of crackedheadblog, wrote Dark Matter the junkie’s wife wrote, accountable, damn it arkay, of the pessimistic idealist, wrote art thursda … Continue reading
(updated contributions to the collective storybook are found on the Storybook pages.) . …..…..….. . Hiking in the woods I found this rusting refrigerator that hunters had been using for target practice. I retrieved the door and it sat in … Continue reading
That week rolled by quickly! Welcome to the collaborative storybook. The image above is the Thursday prompt. Jump right in! Your ideas are welcome here. Colors aren’t quite as true but for higher resolution pic click on image below.
I am trying to find a graceful way to publish in one place all the stories and poems and myths contributed, and to create an easily read storybook. I first tried posting all the pictures and responses on one page … Continue reading
I am honored that the very able and gifted Ozymandiaz (ocellus) responded to the invitation to make up a story about the painting below with the poem below that. Please visit his blog for more great stuff. (I would like … Continue reading
well, nobody asked, but I’ll try to explain it anyway, if only for myself. I can’t remember if the post below – She sits upon a windowsill – started as a journal fragment or as a line that jumped into … Continue reading
Very much a work in progress…. She sits upon a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, barefoot by the water’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with … Continue reading