The journalism app I use on my computer gave me a wonderful prompt for today. I didn’t get too far… — Prompt: Write a love letter. — Dear Marcie, God. How can I write to you my dear? You are beyond writing, beyond me and us and all of this. I sound like a fool. Marcie. I can only hope to satisfy my damnable heart by heeding to it’s insane cries to tell you everything...
Prompt: money – “I ordered Abigail some more things she needed today,” Ned’s wife said, clacking away at the two thousand dollar laptop that “was just something they needed,” as she had told Ned. “I put it on the Amazon card alright?” “Alright?” Ned asked, looking up from his rapidly cooling morning cup of coffee and sighing the steam...
Every so often I post some snippets from my meatspace (real life) journals. Here is an excerpt from notes that I was taking, observing a documentary on the Mexican Revolution of 1810 and the horrible working conditions that caused it. – The mother sits with her two children, the littler one laying on his stomach with no pants. The mother wears a head cover for the heat. There is a field boy...
Prompt: Last words? – “Shut it!” The goon said tearing him down to his knees. Charlie felt his knee cap shift too far and tear with his jeans against the cold concrete floor of the garage. “Jesus Christ!” Charlie said involuntarily in one loud monosyllabic phrase. “No, man, my daughter is a month old man, her mom is dead!” “I said shuddit!”...
Here is a one-word prompt for this evening. – Prompt: Foliage – The men were gone. The paleface men who came to mock our homes and put an American price tag on our way of life. I was in the hills that morning, holding heated confrontations with the men that would only ever happen in my head. The sun was climbing the sky and washing his nurturing light across the land. The bushes...
An honest person requires no defense against attacks to their character.
Here is a one-word prompt based off of Edan Ben-Moshe’s suggestion on my Facebook page. Enjoy! — Prompt: Ennui — “This is marvelous,” Green’s wife said. “Darling, isn’t this just marvelous?” She was dressed in elbow-length gloves and a jeweled, green dress, and matching pumps. “Indeed Mister Marvalo,” Green said, coming to the urgent looks he received from his wife. Green was...
New lecture on Greek Tragedies: New article on the definition of true art: Hello, this is Caleb Jacobo again with the third lecture in a series that will attempt to give context to some of the great works of literature that I have found to be vital to my studies. I will say it again, I am no expert in literature and I have no degree to speak of, but I am a literature enthusiast and I understand...
Today I took a break from my novel to refresh my mind with other projects. One of the exercises I did was a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy. — I awoke to fresh images Of my mind’s stubborn attempt at Creating her again for me But mine’s a mind and nothing more Those false and fickle images Never ring true absolutely Her golden hair is there, but wrong Here eyes are a poor...