Writing for 5: Week two writing prompt. Join in!

photo by Renaud Camus, Creative Commons, click image for details

Thank you so much for dropping by,

Welcome to Write for 5 week two. This is how it works. I post an image and we write for five minutes and then post our results in the comments up to 9pm on Sunday.

I decided to stick with just one image this week (above), not three like last week.

Take as long as you like to look at the bed above with that beautiful light on the pillows. When you’re ready to write, start your timer.

We have up until 9pm on Sunday, Mar. 5, to post what we’ve come up with but go ahead and post whenever you feel like it.

Our writing can take any form: poetry, creative nonfiction, flash fiction, experimental or erasure poetry, dialogue or whatever you like. Go for it.

If you have any questions, I’m going to be away from the computer most of the day but I’ll get back to you on Sunday morning. Let me know if you have any technical issues with posting.

I am so looking forward to reading what you come up with so don’t be shy.

And as I said yesterday, someone will get a book sent to them from me with a personal note for participating.

Thanks for playing. I hope you enjoy it!

Canada’s Parliamentary Poet, Fred Wah


Photo by (c) Lawrence Schwartzwald

Went down to a little cafe, Hogan’s Alley, on the fringe of Vancouver’s Chinatown last night to hear one of Canada’s top poets, Fred Wah, the current Canadian Parliamentary Poet Laureate and to hear other random readers at the open mic that kicked off the casual evening.

It’s amazing that someone with Wah’s talent and history at the craft, is available, up close and personal at some small cafe. Just seems so Canadian and probably the lot of being a poet in Canada. It was clear there was ambivalence about  walking the tightrope of a fine line that such a role requires. Probably not all that much time for writing poetry what with   travel and involvement in so many other projects: workshops, festivals and in elementary and secondary schools across the country.

Having a chance to hear someone who is a master at the craft is not only inspiring but it’s a necessity for recalling why poetry is, regardless of how few in society might think of it this way, instrumental to finding a path to the wonder that so often seems absent in dailiness and my reason for believing that a life without intersection with the Arts would have so much less magic. That’s how it felt to hear the man read.

Listen to one of his poems.