I usually sit at the computer with my various anthologies and type 25 prompts. Today I started hand-writing prompts into a snazzy notebook as they came to me, then copying them to a spreadsheet.
It occurred to me that a notebook filled with hundreds, thousands of prompts could be brilliant. Dip in, take one from every page!
Here are Today's
The careful disrobing of love
Waiting for the apple
Things are different when moved around
Slowly-rising Jack Flash
Songs for my funeral
The thing is, Dresden, now.
Here is the mountain, the river, a tree
Bridges, stations, flood relief
A child’s shoe; nothing else
He got carried away. Funerals are like that
Your mirror lies, always has
You roll up your sleeves. I cut mine off
How small is my medal?
Is there nothing that cannot be forgiven?
You are the other way around
There are no shooting stars!
If His oceans rise, my coffin will float away
I can leave crisps unopened
Your mistress marries, your mask slips
This is the easy part
Waking at one, at three, at five
Bone, gristle, grey flesh
Say something about JOY!
Swans mate for life. They are easily angered.
Beachball, umbrella, sand, thief.
How sun lights up the valley