The Occasional Project Ver 2.0


Not a Poem

Stock images
Subconscious traveling
Loss of pixels
Loss of memory
The big bubble of unknowing.
Collisions in space
Candy covered heaven
The sensorium
The liquid nature of photography
A blizzard of images
Extreme frontiers of otherwise
From nothing to vibrant viral
Images and text
Writing with light
In the hyper photography world
Image culture much?

These are lines that caught my attention from a photography class I took recently.

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Not suitable for the narrow minded.



The letter, “be brief”.
In seventeen syllables
I think that’s enough.

This is post for Writing 101.

The prompt:
Writing 101:  Be Brief

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

Brevity is the goal of this task, although “brief” can mean five words or five-hundred words. You might write a fifty-word story, as writer Vincent Mars publishes on his blog, Boy in the Hat. Or you might tell your tale in precisely one-hundred words, like the folks at 100 Word Story — an approach that forces you to question every word.

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Alas, a Loss


A decade ago I lost my marriage and farm and nuclear family. My wife at the time decided she wanted a divorce so she could go play.  It was overwhelming. I had no dream, no vision, no hope. My life was broken and appeared beyond repair.  It took years to rebuild.  I had a lot of help from my friends and children during that process.  I am not sure I would have made it without them.
The silver lining to this dark cloud of loss is the new, better life it provided.  A day of darkness and mourning has become a day of celebration.  The children and I were set free to follow our dreams without a harpie at us every step of the way.  I should thank my ex for the great gift she has given each of us.
Maybe I will?

This is for Writing 101.   I’m not keeping up very well.  I’m rapidly falling behind.

The prompt:

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it.
Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

You only need to write the first post in the series today — we’ll let you know when it’s time to write parts two and three.

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Three Tunes


The prompt is three songs from my past that are important in my life.  So here we go.

Amazing Grace  is a song from my childhood that has melded with my life.  My earliest memories include this song.  My father was a Baptist minister and church at least three times a week was the norm.  This song was often on the lips of the choir and congregation.  Eventually Amazing Grace was an important song during my hippie years (which have yet to end).
Amazing Grace has become an emblematic African American spiritual and I find it ironic that it was written by John Newton, a slave trader.

Share the Land by The Guess Who was almost my theme song in my 20s.  I lived in a commune and believed in the dream of peace and love.  I still believe in the dream and I still love the song.

Apostrophe by Frank Zappa (I cheated, this is an album)
Somewhere along the way I was exposed to Frank Zappa and this album made me smile and still makes me smile.  It became my family theme song(s) when my children were young and is still one of my favorites to this day. It may still my theme song(s).  It has healing properties for me.  When I’m down I can play this album and feel better.

This is my third post for Writing 101.

The prompt:
Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice

Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. F\or your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit.

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If time and space didn’t matter and I could suddenly find myself somewhere else, where would it be?


According to Merriam-Webster the adverb elsewhere means, “in or to another place”. The Google search definition of the pronoun elsewhere says, “some other place”.

Obviously elsewhere is not a particular geographic location. It is just “some other” place. For my purposes, elsewhere is more a state of mind. Of course, on some occasions, it is a place. My elsewhere is a quest. It is being lost on purpose, exploring my own understandings, unawarenesses, awarenesses,  and feelings. It’s a journey into and through what I fear, confronting what holds me back. It is also the documenting of that journey.

How do I get there?   Jump!
I get there by spending time with loving, encouraging, positive, creative, intelligent people. I get there through mindfulness and meditation. I get there by being accountable for my words and actions. I get there by valuing diversity, loving kindness,  moving away from labels, letting go, and embracing what is before me.
Is there a map?  How do I find the way there?  My edges show the way.  When I bump into my edge it is time to push past into elsewhere.

What does elsewhere look like? It looks like running water. It looks like the breeze. It looks like growth. It looks like change. It looks like fear that is being challenged.

Life is growth and learning and change. The cessation of growing, learning, and changing is death. The body may still be alive, but the person inside has died.

This is my second post for Writing 101.

The prompt:
A Room with a View (or Just a View)

We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.

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