Hi there! It’s mid-summer. It’s hot and humid in KC. The will to do the most basic things has gone stagnant. Like a puddle or a pond, a will that ceases to move begins to stink. It attracts flies. Soon enough, a stagnant will is metaphorically pocked with fly poo.
Great idea. Here's a prompt. Go to a museum, any museum (Nelson, Kemper, KC Museum, Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, Toy and Miniature Museum, your choice!), and write a poem about a particular piece or exhibit. Include a photo with your Thread post!
That’s a great idea!
Great idea. Here's a prompt. Go to a museum, any museum (Nelson, Kemper, KC Museum, Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, Toy and Miniature Museum, your choice!), and write a poem about a particular piece or exhibit. Include a photo with your Thread post!