What helps you play with language?
“I don’t know what others will think who read this…”
The assignment for the writer is to write whatever words arise from that lead-in, and I’m always amazed at what “unrolls” as a result.
So strange to be so close, this close, this wild.
“What did I love about killing the chickens? Let me start…” ~ Ellen Bass
Autumn poem by Barbara Crooker: “Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.”