WRITERS COLLECTIVE OF CANADA
Saturday, July 13, 2024
Hi there everyone,
I have been absent here but remembered to write. Summer is pool time and taking care of my small garden. These last workshops have been full of surprises for me. I am getting my groove back and the writing is flowing quite easily. So here we go with a few short writing from these workshops with WRITERS COLLECTIVE OF CANADA
As always, thanks for stopping by,
Wednesay June 26, 2024
3 DRAFTS
Prompt: Write to the line I am not done yet
I'm bored, he said.
How can you be bored when there are so many things to do.
I'm not talking about household chores, she says.
What about just sitting down and looking around you.
You could explore something in your room, the house, or outside.
Hm, I don't know Mom. I'm just so bored.
By then she had left the kitchen.
The child looks around in search of something.
He's trying to make up his mind on this idea.
He lands in the living room and notices old photo albums filled with family pictures.
He grabs a few and goes outdoors to show his Mom his find.
Looks at his Mom, hesitating to ask because he is curious about his Grammys and Papas,
Can you look at these with me?
She smiles at him proudly and taps a place next to her.
Peggy Elms, writer
Prompt: I have to be courageous when... (write about the most courageous thing you had to do recently)
The moment she decided to say yes and... felt simple enough
No grandstand, no fireworks, no spotlight on her decision
As soon as she arrived at the cottage she had rented
Her mind was made up to show a new side of herself
Not a too-proud one, not an in-your-face one either
Yet she wanted all the people she had gathered around her,
People she loved and respected
To witness the most courageous thing she would do that day
She would then see who stood with her or not.
Peggy Elms, writer
Prompt: (Write about something new or challenging in your life, that you are finding the courage to face.)
For some time he dreamed of the possibility of moving out
At twenty-one, having a well-payed job he enjoyed
His only obstacle was not having someone to move in with
He had seen this pretty girl several times in the building
She worked on the 10th and he on the 12th
From then on, he made a point of always finding something
to say to her before she got off
She would smile that crest white strips smile she wore,
Wave at him and get off
Peggy Elms, writer
Sunday, June 30, 2024
3 DRAFTS
Prompt: (write about implicit signals used in your culture)
Walking home from school, he hesitates knowing
There is going to be hell to pay
If she gets there before him, he'll know from afar
Hands-on her waist, waiting for him to come in
She'll want him to explain why his chores aren't done
As usual, she will shove her index in his face
While telling him why they should be done before school
Unfortunately, this is not new to the child
We have a routine, admonishes him
Asking God, what she's done to deserve such an unruly son
He will seem like he is listening because he knows
Her reprimands more than his grammar
In the end, she will roll her eyes out of exasperation
Add one or two chores to the list
Suddenly, he finds himself sitting in a swing at the park
Feeling somehow some kind of relief at the idea
Of moving back and forward, up and down in the air
The coolness of it, the freedom of it
So what if he stays a little longer
Peggy Elms, writer
Inspiration: Rejected from my origins
Being biracial in the sixties in a suburb of
about six hundred was a rare thing
Dad was such a social butterfly
But for our white neighborhood families, he was a person to be afraid of
He had such a beautiful dark brown skin, high cheekbones chiseled artfully
His smile was the most engaging one honest and so bright
His eyes were brown and big talking of softness and peace in one look
So once the neighbors did get to know him they all wanted to be his friend
Mom was young and so beautiful also, her alabaster skin, her nice brown hair
which she curled daily and eyes as friendly as my Dads.
She, like my dad loved the company of people
Peggy Elms, writer
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