The longest period of writers block that I ever experienced was around 5 years. It was the late-90s, and coincided with a career switch that had me learning and growing fast. There were other factors, which I talk about in the latest book; for this article, though, the only important thing to note was that I just didn’t write from about 1995-2000.

Haven't felt much like writing these past few days that familiar feeling the blank page taunts Haven't felt much like writing these past few days too much television sat in my chair Haven't felt much like writing these past few days but I played some guitar so there's that Haven't felt much like writing these past few days that familiar creeping dread…

The city exhaled steam and neon. #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

Up here in the clouds smog and steam thrumming with energy from streets so far below that speck people churn through day-to-day little more concern than dust on the breeze seen through the haze these choking clouds colored all colors and throbbing flickering gaudy thunderheads all greens and reds and blues and yellows beating hearts within the plumes somewhere on high…

He traced forgotten names in the dust, just to watch them disappear. #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

These were the names of those who stood their voices ringing in the caverns of his mind all vitriol all polemic all ultimately fruitless their silence now twice as loud their absence dawn raids black-site prisons This was forgetting purposeful with will putting them away behind a shroud he would never remember to lift he wrote these names in dust while winds…

Constellations are a story we tell ourselves to make sense of the wonder

She moved like a rumor through the crowded room. #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

In the Grand Ballroom reeling crowds turned the dancing wheel all coordinated independent connections Around the dance-floor small clusters huddled hushed voices hissed all sibilance whispered suspicions And in amongst them Lady Conspiracy mingled each in turn fed covert inferred insights The dance increased frantic as gravity failed as normality paled Lady Conspiracy's single aim all along Up now became down…

The winds painted secrets in shifting gold. #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

The Scirocco came in strong today whispering tales of long-dead deserts coating the world orange laden with dust and fledgling narrative These breathless moments when the ache for Oxygen rips my heart a new beat to carry such stories clouded in dust so far across the Mediterranean I taste the gritty substance of ancients empires that raised and died long before this late-comer continent…

The horizon trembled, unsure of its own shape #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

Stern faced grim sky meets sea unsmiling unfeeling a solid line separates light from water soft haze heat haze sun descending the underworld beckons she drops like stone into her depths and this line it cannot hold it shimmers flickers as night claims ascendant she falls and falls no longer contained no longer supported she falls and I know not…

Silhouettes danced on the edge of forgetting #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

The stage grew darker further in the wings until black was all there was The bright lights roared a fever haze present yet softened as we headed off-stage The audience all abuzz with bright anticipation grew quieter as we exited stage left All our now in their moment memories dancing out of mind somewhere beyond dark wings Focused now on call and response…

Echoes gathered where light dared not go #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

I thought I'd dug deep enough thought I'd put myself under the microscope dissected disassembled reduced myself to traits factors motives values foibles But they were in there down there deep swimming in genetic ancestral seas in the dark just echoes sonar bouncing off rocks chasms memories I am who made me who made them and all the thems before them…

Whispers tangled in the fabric of twilight #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writethechange

Shadows long painted on obelisk walls long corridors to arches hewn from living long-dead granite the mead twirling inter-twined with incense psylocibin become monsters angels demons just beyond the gates of this circle he speaks and his voice encircles attentive druids loud enough for clarity soft as moths kissing the flame overhead stars swoop dazzle aware in the heady mix…

A color that never existed drifted through the air #writingprompt #poetry #poetryprompt #writethechange