Melissa Febos never planned to write a book about her experiences as a heroin addict and professional dominatrix, but the result of exposing and making sense out of her dark history had profound and unexpected results. By making her darkness visible, she reached thousands of strangers and became closer with her own family. “This kind of honesty,” she claims, “makes room for every kind of love.”
Here’s an exercise which I call Jumping into the Mud although it’s sometimes called by the more prosaic name automatic writing. The exercise helps to loosen my imagination, and sometimes a decent poem results as well.
As we enter our new lives
will we remember
the faster we moved
the sicker we got?
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I find this to be such a comforting notion, that if we listen carefully, we can remember things we knew before we were born.
Pick up three objects from a shelf, or a mantel, or your kitchen counter and describe them in detail. Why did you choose them? What stories do they contain?
I was sure that I had failed my mother, unable to keep her in her home, as I had once promised.
Make an imaginary phone call to some person or thing to tell them something you never told them.
This post marks the beginning of a new irregular feature in Vox Populi. I hope readers of Vox Populi, many of whom are writers, will find the prompt helpful in stimulating their creativity.