this past monday, on our last morning in taipei, kevin and i got up at 4 a.m. to hike to the top of jin mian shan. at 5:30 a.m., i found myself lying on top of a wide slanted boulder, watching the sky lighten in layers of lavender and blueish-grey as a soft orange glow spread from the eastern mountainside. i don’t want to ever forget that moment. how intensely content i felt to be up there, tiny, just breathing in cold air. at one point, i took out my phone and left seven sho
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
Dear Amy, This semester, people used the word “refreshing” to describe you in ten conversations. What did they mean, exactly? Why does it matter so much that you counted? “Now that is a most interesting question: whatever became of me?”
– Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms Conversation One Is “refreshing”
The cloak of cool air that follows a hot shower?
The smell of grass and wet concrete after rain?
Your favorite song, or
A soft pillow?
The lotion on your hands, or