DAY 22 (July 3rd, 2018)
the boy was born a birdsong—
the first note his God had strung
on that distant, dew-wet morn.
He stumbled like a child,
but was still forgiven.
He held your hand and thought,
“How I love you.”—
gratefully warm and wide-hearted
to kiss a kindred soul
as innocent as his own.
Disclaimer: I’ve fallen quite behind! In order to catch up, I’m putting Novel X on hold and concentrating on poetry!
The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.
I started this, my third, 100 Day Project on June 12th, 2018. My project is to write at least one first-draft stanza inspired by a poem, a quote, an idea, a painting—anything, really (or nothing at all) and to write at least one hundred shitty first-draft words of my novel. I’ll post the results here.