Initially, I was going to wait until June to begin this. I had this little idea that I would post every day for the month, partly to keep my creativity alive through classes, and partly to help pay for them. But my classes have already begun, and honestly, I do not think there is ever going to be a perfect “right time” to start.
Please leave your prompts, questions, strange little ideas, lines, images, memories, and inspiration in the Muse Jar below. I’ll be pulling from it for future posts. It is free to submit, but donations are prioritized, greatly appreciated and help me a lot! Also, please share so I don’t run out of prompts before the end of June 😅
Consider this an open invitation to hand me a spark and see what I make of it.
I love that you come from somewhere with old streets and river light and buildings that look like they remember every hand that ever touched them I love that there are places in this world that knew you before I did roads that held your footsteps windows that watched you grow a sky that learned the sound of your laughter long before it reached me and still somehow you crossed oceans and borders and ordinary impossibilities to end up here beside me warm and real turning my life into something I no longer need to escape from.
This is apart of The Muse Jar, a project where people submit something—a word, memory, smell, anything—and I randomly pick some to write a poem about.
If you would like to learn more about The Muse Jar, you can see the post below.
If you would like to become a muse, you can submit here.
