If you are a writer and occasionally drift in here, why are you drifting? Why not take the prompts below and actually WRITE something?
Blame it on the backlash
Think about the chemistry of dying, of ooze
Oranges and some peanuts
I don't think I'm living any more
I remember sunshine, grass, and books and dreams
He has risen in my estimation
six billion and eight
Men are returning to their women
They said, "Do you accept the punishment?" and I said, "No."
Last night above the snow, the light was wrong
Mine is a small life, of small things, and smaller dreams
Beer makes me sleep
A donkey, a piano, an old church organ
She kept wasps alive for years in a thing around her neck
The 94 Bus
Various reflections on the male erection
My father was not a forest
The finger means what, exactly?
What matters is not what "matters", mattering is deeper