Alrighty, it's been a madhouse here the past couple couple weeks. Still getting back into the groove of posting new prompts. So... here we go. This prompt is a bit different. It's process-oriented. Materials Needed: 2 pieces of paper 1 timer 1 writing ins... I hope everyone's new year has gone off to a good start. Been mighty busy around here and just feeling like I'm getting back on my feet again... Speaking of new year, hmm... What kinds of events, arrangements, special treats, fine cloths, bubbly drinks, s... We're past the winter solstice now, which means days are starting to get longer, with the sun coming up earlier each day. This seems like a good time to write a poem celebrating the coming of the sun each morning: an aubade. Wikipedia says: "In the strict... We all have our favorite recipes of foods to eat, beverages to drink, and mud pies and stews to make. :-) We might also have necessary "ingredients" that we absolutely must obtain every time we go to the store, the supermarket, the library, the hardware s... It feels like it's time for another poetic form prompt. And for prompt #15, let's go with a five-line poem: a cinquain Quoting/paraphrasing from Wikipedia: A cinquain uses a stanza of five lines of accentual-syllabic verse, in which the lines comprise, in... So this prompt is a little late for Thanksgiving. However, isn't it great to presence gratitude in December, when the media often focuses on the commercial aspects from Black Friday and Cyber Monday toward a season of giving? So let's pay it forward. How ... Modern Superstitions It is terrible luck to misspell your own name: It will scramble your passwords, bring down trolls and flames. To avert such misfortune, shake your head to and fro And type out your name seven times in a row (No spaces, like this: name... I thought it would only be fair to pair "unlucky number 13" with a prompt on superstitions :) Do you have any favorite ones -- either because they reliably bring you good luck, or because they fature something you like (mirrors, black cats, rings), or bec... November rain brought a snail to my window, shyly peeking in. Red maple leaves stuck on the windshield, like paw prints of curious beasts. Winter comes knocking with the sharp drumming of storms; never welcomed in.