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Jan 1, 2023Liked by Alison Acheson

Thanks for the new years prompt Alison! I'm 8 weeks out from the birth of my daughter and nap trapped often, this was a fun, low stakes way to pull out a few sentences.

It's healthy to practice being nothing. Being nothing beside and within but not outside. Nothing beside the version within the outside ruminations running deep. Outside ruminations running deep alongside not beside, yet beside the outside version and within.

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I enjoyed working with this prompt. I love the idea of burrowing, of looking back while moving forward, like a miner tunneling towards some unknown treasure, just out of sight. It was hard for me to know when to stop. It's only when I brought the word 'change' back into the sentence that I felt the piece was complete.

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Suppose you do change your life this year. Your life can be a stone dropped into a body of water, causing ripples after the dive toward gravity. Stone beats scissors which in turn beats paper. You take a turn for the better and in turning over the page you make a book of your life. You make books out of thin air as trees escape the forest of your mouth, your teeth blossoming into words your tongue is able to carry. Your tongue carries more than the weight of swallowed words. Words echo and return as something else worth remembering in dreams. Something else causes a ripple in your sleep and before you wake up to a new day, a new you, a new life, you forget your life has already changed.

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It's a great prompt. Nice technique!

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founding

I loved this prompt!!! Results of my focus on “burrow” - hijacked, somewhat, by what has been brewing:

The Good Ship Retirement

In my burrow of winter rest,

I study and do as I please

Cultivate, play, learn from the best

Trust in my muse, build expertise

Share with abandon, at my ease.

Winter’s for writing, here I’ll be

Dream I sail on a lazy sea

safe in my den, cozy and warm

Under my blanket, safe, I’m free

In this whimsical life of charm.

I sail my small craft on a sea of rhyme

Whether winds will play calm or may bluster

My final third act, brings my chance, my time

Wind my workaday life up, with lustre.

Muse waxes wild like wind, I must trust, her

Fancy will carry me home at the end:

Grasp main sheet, my pen, like life may depend

With discipline, drive, and devil-may-care

Speak boldly my truth, for Goddess, forfend,

I write without courage, or fail to share.

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Jan 28, 2023Liked by Alison Acheson

How to make coffee

-take 1/2 a cup of dark-roasted coffee beans

-place the beans into a grinder

-turn the grinder on to a fine setting

-grind until all pieces are fine

-scoop all the coffee into a French press

-pour water into the French press

-press the water down through the coffee

-drain the coffee into a cup

-don’t put the coffee grounds down the drain

-mix the coffee grounds in a pot with dirt

-grow flowers in the dirt

Shirley Silva

* using French press as one word

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