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Diamond Factory

The kaleidoscope art for Diamond Factory.

(c) 2013-2017 Windy Johansen

Diamond Factory

rocks became pulverized rocks
pulverized rocks became glass

no potential here, what a mess
is there no potential here?
can’t I learn from this?

a growing potential
if glass can be sand again

the glass that cut my foot
and the soft sand
together again

it hurts and I don’t want it to
it hurts, but it’s a diamond factory

rocks became pulverized rocks
pulverized rocks became glass

no potential here, what a mess
is there no potential here?
can’t I learn from this?

as the sand in the glass
meets the glass in the sand

the glass that cut my foot
and the soft sand
together again

it hurts and I don’t want it to
it hurts, but it’s a diamond factory

(c) 2014-2017 Windy Johansen

What Does the Wind Carry?

What does the Wind Carry?

What does the Wind Carry? (c) 2016 Windy Johansen

What Does The Wind Carry?
harsh winds
what do they carry?
isn’t it just air?

a sound to shatter the skies erupts
and rocks break into sand
as if they were made of glass

a sound to shatter the skies erupts
and glass breaks into sand
as if it was made of foam

everything crushed
beneath my diamond will
do you taunt me still?

harsh winds
what do they carry?
remnants of sand

— (c) 2016 Windy Johansen

Telling Positive Stories to Ourselves

So I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. (That happens in the span of more than two years.) I thought about the stories we tell ourselves.

I like positive stories. I think that’s because my mental landscape creates dystopian fiction at an alarming rate.

I know dark, gritty stories might seem more realistic. There is a realism in admitting to ourselves that people aren’t perfectly good or perfectly bad. Life isn’t always full of “happily ever after”. Life is messy and imperfect.

And then there’s this excerpt from a Superman comic. Continue reading

Writing Prompts: Broken Times

kaleidoscope

(c) 12 Nov 2013 Windy Johansen

Write something that incorporates this incomplete poem.

broken times
but we still have all the right pieces
corrosive times
but we are still worthwhile people
broken times
but we are still moving, rebuilding
and we are still working, working
broken times

Use either the actual words, or if you like, write about these rebuilders. What pieces do they have? How much do they have to rebuild (bridge, city, country, civilization, or world)? How did they keep hope alive? Is this part of a speech a leader is giving?

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Writing Prompts: Post-Apocalyptic Utopia

kaleidoscope

(c) 12 Nov 2013 Windy Johansen

There’s been an apocalyptic event. Nearly everything’s wrecked. Write about a utopian society there. How did they manage to make utopia possible when dystopia would have been easier?

Some thoughts:

For reference, a lot of the stories told as part of the Star Trek universe center on just such a society. People do argue that the Federation is actually more dystopian than it first appears, but to me, it has several compelling utopian elements irrespective of the possibility of co-existing dystopian elements.

Trying times can pull people apart, but has often brought people together. Think of how people come together in a crisis. They don’t look at one another as strangers; they see fellow beings in trouble and they care about and for one another.

Quite the fertile ground for the seeds of utopia. :)

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