nurture the flame

flesh cement

embrace the loss

atmospheric river

build
tension
release

create space

draw a map in the fog

go off road

add a dash of magic

bang the well-worn drum

forked lightning

tree branches
throwing gang signs

question your last decision

divide

candle flame shadow

black hole
in the glow

🕳️

listen to what your body isn’t saying

make it simple

thread the crests

betray the original idea

look
look
look

smash the mirror

sumi-e trees in the fog

distill

follow the voice

follow the well-worn path for a bit

allow it to come to you

add sprinkles

through the fog
funereal pyres

clear cut

turn it over

toast the flame

In a poem you’re hoping that every word can mean multiple things.

-Pádraig Ó Tuama

try a different method

remain dormant

still your heart

carve a path
in the leaves
in the wind

mosey to the tick of your own clock

send it down the drain

explore side paths

leave a pause

paint it black

craft a totem of gratitude

pivot

take a journey without moving

pick a route after you’ve begun

the process of apocalypse

pick the low-hanging fruit
discard

dig a hole with a hammer

subtract
do not replace

try the back door

trace the path of the falling leaves

mosey in the muse’s footsteps

change 🔀 location

move everything around

make the prototype
now you’re done

seed the clouds of your mind

create a name more baroque than the artifact

knock on the moon

transcribe the echo

just dive in

start in the middle

end at the beginning

step back
another step
again

expand the edges

start again
but different

make the alternative

turn off
tune out
dive in

share a seed

shellac a secret until opaque

inscribe the sky

carve a door in the mountain

suggest the vision

but make it vanilla

ramshackle fence
on the other side
morning mist

fill the donut hole

golden hour sun
s_l_anting through
rain curtain

cast a line
see what reels in

add

empty shopping cart
rolls across the parking lot
ghost hand

craft a door

zoo lemonade watermelon

find the thread that connects everything
pull

follow the line you are drawing

turn a sentence into a novel.
turn a novel into a sentence.

invert
reverse
turn inside out
mirror

carve a hole in the middle

I love this haiku writing prompt from Joshua Gage. It gives Austin Kleon vibes.

Paraphrasing:

Subvert the Mona Lisa
Blacklight Van Gogh’s Starry Night
Doodle glasses on the Sistine Chapel
Rebreak the bells of Notre Dame to play AC/DC at midnight
Remake the myths and folklore of your culture

flip the trope

turn up the quirk

amplify the quiet

craft a smile

venture into the unexplored

impersonate an inspiration

pick off a side shoot
propagate it

horse stamp church

subtract to add

the slow moving branch
a rat snake

the mistake is the path

stop sign poles
tied together
spider silk

make the form visible

getting carded
buying a can
of air

try again later

create the start

move the first to last and the last to first

prune the low-hanging branches

bejeweled
pile of shit
lazy butterfly wings

dreaming of rain
receding water line

lure the fish
without catching

cicada song
swelling in the trees
docks rock

announce an absurdity

cool whip clouds
cows seek shade
summer’s return

highlight the imperfect

between the trees
tall grass
red metal rectangle

yield to the signal

welcome in acceptance

mortared groove
dragonfly
belly up

sun beamed
dust cloud

roadside side road
floating flame
dancing in August sun

name the phase

chase the strange at the center of the ordinary

hike the spine

what’s the fractal of the seed?

hatch from your ruins

kicking up dust on the interstate shoulder dump truck race

re-form

re-form

re-form

re-form

truck
towing
truck
towing
truck

sow the scraps

burnish the plating

look to the center

today’s breaking news:
lemonade
is now permanent

what’s in the morning?
what’s in the morning?
bloom on a bare stem

heavy air
the air, heavy
a Vegas spread
between feels like
and is

Fit it in half the space

the late July sun
a brief cloud
full late July sun

open your head to the sky

the heat of summer
a rainstorm
the heat of summer

stay
true
to
you

remove the wall.
sit on the rubble.

burn your math to ash

peach branch
—heavy—
bent to grass
finally, rain

cut it in half.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
continue.

shades of green
a Miyazaki scene
of layered trees

eat the lie

spill the bottle

resaddle.
remount.
reride.

aim for the reluctant bullseye

what’s the well worn soul truth?

bootleg beauty

answer the unspoken quiz

midwife a party clown

toasted marshmallow
from the storm cloud
lightning

loosen your grip

stop both ways

will it reign?

sound of jet skis
but
only waves

reverse the melody

dusk
glide turns to blur
little brown bird

waterfall
a trickle
horses graze

ember
pops up
firefly

mine your head

tomato cages
overgrown
dragonfly hovers

days
teasing rain
dead flowers

Babies of Rust
transcription error
turned band name

birds flit
across the field
where kids play

mountains are medicine

frog filled night

leaves
bounce in the breeze
praying mantis

oven glow
tractor lights
first firefly

wall of cloud
sudden craving
for s’mores

land levee
one side: water
other: tree tops

bouncing jet ski
fox on the beach

lake
ripples before
holiday chop

blue:
ridge
haze
heron’s nest

air
heavy floral
pop up storm

green leaves
flutter
down

tractor at the stop sign
in the trees
excavator

branch heavy
with leaves and peaches
both green

cardinal
in spring lawn
bloodied knuckles

More economic updates

from Business Insider

The 30-year fixed-rate mortgage just broke 7% for the first time this year

the 15-year fixed-rate mortgage spiked to 6.39%

The sudden spike comes as markets adjust expectations for interest rate cuts this year after inflation appears stuck well above the Federal Reserve’s 2% target.

Not a great sign for a near term inflation dip. Rents and insurance are keeping it high.

Maybe Europe will save the day?

the European Central Bank signaled on Thursday that it’s penciling [a rate cut] in for June.

via The Daily Upside

from shadow
curse hands
in the sun

two birds
on a white—
squirrel!

trace your shadow

bloom overtaken brick

“…the afterburner”
& they took off into the sky
& flew that boat home

describe the call of the silent song bird

jet ski clouds
stalled in the wind

thirty-six-five-foot

beyond the porch light
worm moon