Weekly Poetry Prompts: #484 by Robert Brewer
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “On (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write your poem. Possible titles include: “On Point,” “On Target,” “On and Off,” and “On the Last Day of School.” “On Laughter Lines” my mother has these laughter lines.
they spill from the corners of her eyes and
ever so slightly
so that when she smiles it looks almost as though
“What if the change in needs and desires has nothing to do with age per se? Suppose it merely has to do with perspective—your personal sense of how finite your time in this world is.”
— Atul Gawande, Being Mortal This post is about my unexpected leave of absence from college, my ongoing battle with an eating disorder, and all the ways I feel like I’ve changed after clinging to the clichés that got me through. “Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because
…we all had a few words to say. Grant Zhao
“Happy Birthday, Elaine!!!”
“Amy asked us to describe you in a few words, and I guess the best thing I could come up with is
Senior year has been very different without your company around, and often times I find myself wishing you were still here to crack jokes, gossip, and get late night food with.
Nevertheless, you’re still always there for me when I need to rant or ask for advice, and I’m so so grateful for that.
The fact that I’ll be spending this Thanksgiving far away from home feels weird. The fact that I’ll be spending it in Rome feels even weirder. That fact honestly just epitomizes the fact that I have much to be thankful for. This semester, I’ve had some extreme highs and lows. There have been times where I’ve thought no one could be luckier than I am and times where I’ve felt too stressed or angsty or exhausted or self-centered to realize how lucky I truly am. Actually, as I’m
As I close out The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, I wanted to turn the page by reflecting on fresh starts of mine. It’s easy for me to get stuck on endings, so in the spirit of trying new things, I’ll highlight just the opposite. Big or small, these beginnings of the past week have brought—and hopefully will continue to bring—me happiness in some way. First time reading a book that explicitly studies happiness. First time eating at Xi’an Famous Foods. Those hand-pulled
I’m sitting on a bench in Tompkins Square Park, reading a book next to Sandra and enjoying a rare errand-free afternoon in the heart of East Village. Across from us, speakers are playing 70s throwback songs–Boogie Shoes, Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting, Beethoven mashups. Dancing along to the tunes are a woman in hot pink shoes, light pink shorts, and a polka-dotted fuchsia shirt and a man in Elvis bellbottoms and a Star Wars Stormtrooper helmet. Passersby pause to soak in the
Petrichor, backyard barbeques, and car exhaust; the humid blanket of 80 degree weather; the busy highways overlooking a sunset-lit downtown and long, flat, and fat roads…welcome back to Houston, Texas. Home. For only one day. I spent it with young artists and writers; my freshman year English teacher; my best friend; my parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle; nostalgia; and myself. What a beautiful day. On March 25, 2017, Scholastic Art & Writing Awards gave me the opportunity