(all of the intersections in and around Boston are dangerous!)
Good morning, writers! Outside my window right now, construction workers are jackhammering pavement. The birds have all gone silent, with or some other, more difficult emotion, maybe. The city is all city sounds right now.
How is WriOursWhoMo treating you so far? How are you honoring the intersections within you: the intersections of trauma and song, the intersections of longing and loss, the intersections of aftermath and resilience?
Here is a prompt for this day, to get you thinking about the intersections you inhabit, you manifest, you are:
…One thing is certain: I am
not one of those stop signs you speed through! I am a dangerous
intersection; you should use caution when approaching me!The jittery hummingbirds of extreme hopefulness shake
their wings right off. My wings have long since shaken off.(Nate Pritts, from “Dangerous Intersection,” in Big Bright Sun, BlazeVOX, 2010)
What sort of intersection are you? What about your character? Give yourself 10 minutes at least, or 20, and let yourself be inspired by that poem fragment above… what rises in you to be written? Let those words onto the page. Thank you for your words today.
