A few recent collages from the Grief Series, in chronological order.
Lastly, in my many boxes of older papers where I dug up some of these images, I found this picture of Danny. He’s with his cousin and looking away. He’s wearing a cast (bright green) so that would make him 14.
Often before a writing workshop, I’ll pull a Tarot card for each participant. Sometimes I’ll jot down some thoughts — usually in service of identifying a prompt but sometimes just to get the day’s flavor.
In my drafts folder, I found this old post of card responses. They read like a weird poem, but also constitute a fabulous list of writing prompts. Help yourself!
They couldn’t pay her enough
How his cheapness showed
It was worth every penny
Love is blind, but so is Justice
Where is fairness?
The indecision threatened to pull her under. Riptide.
Only time alone in a cave would help
The blood along the wound clotted now
Scars as evidence
The knives clattered to the floor
Infinity is infinity one way or the other and also from the side
Don’t show me your weakness
I am offered perfection
I offer perfection
Let the coins fall out of your palm
The coins clatter to the floor
What’s in your bag of tricks?
As above so below
(These are not the cards).
Just a collage today.