The Origin of the Moon
A special report
I am not out here writing in a vacuum.
Every Tuesday (now for two years), I join with the other members of Writing Workshop of Kansas City. We write on prompts provided by our organizer and den mama, Poet Jen Harris.
If you want to know how I survived the pandemic emotionally, it was this daisy chain of Tuesdays where a group of semi-strangers showed up and plundered their imaginations together, and eventually became more than strangers to each other.
Since that first year, new members have come along. The group ebbs and flows in size. Jen added a second day for awhile, and soon we will be meeting in person, once again.
In the meantime, we have been plugging along — writing in tandem — three prompts per week, followed by reading aloud to each other.
This one time… at Writing Workshop…
One week Jen prompted us to “Write your own origin story of the Moon.”
Some prompts hit sweeter than others across the board — and this was true of the moon muse.
The result?
One of our group members, Vanessa, offered to compile the writings into a WWKC “moon‘zine” — for posterity and for sharing.
Folks, it’s goll darn lovely.
The Origin of the Moon, A WWKC Experience
Lesson 135 WritingWorkshopKC.org
A few first lines:
“She was there, untouchable …”
“The long and lonely nights were full of darkness…”
“On Earth, a baby played. …”
“I wove myself a moon last night…”
“A rhythm
A rhythm
A rhythm
A rhythm …”
“i think the moon was born in oklahoma,
if I remember correctly …”
“Moon was part of Earth,
And for a while, it was love…”
I hope you read/enjoy/share The Origin of the Moon.
I hope you have a group of people who help you through the dark nights.
P.S. If you like the ‘zine and love the way creative people think, you may want to add Confessing Animals to your podcast queue.