On my morning walk a few days ago, as I hurried along trying to squeeze my exercise into a crazy schedule, out of the corner of my eye I saw a coin on the ground. At first I just kept walking. Then I stopped and turned around, went back and picked up the coin. It… [ Read On ]
Michael Brecke is a founding board member of Write On, Door County. Inspired by a little book called Mr. Fooster Traveling on a Whim (written by Tom Corwin and illustrated by Craig Frazier), he writes a short piece each week to prompt our imaginative writing. Please give his prompts a try!!
“I love slice-of-life moments and descriptions of things or of people that are just a moment in time and space. Mr. Fooster gives me an opportunity to see something and to let my imagination and my whimsy take me wherever it will. It enables me to write about something, seeing it in the narrower moment, but enabling a window to a larger picture, something more profound. It helps me invite others into my imagination all the while empowering theirs.”
– Michael Brecke
My walk in the mid-afternoon sun was a time for me to clear my head. As I walked along I let my mind wander. I was drifting with the warm sun on my face and suddenly, out the corner of my eye, there was a flash of color. I stopped and looked and written in… [ Read On ]
I got to babysit the other day. It was wonderful. The baby was just a few months old, so full of life and so full of curiosity. She noticed everything. Soaking up her world like a sponge soaks up water. My first duty was to feed her some peas and oatmeal. It did not look… [ Read On ]
Every morning at 3 a.m. I hear a train whistle blow. I open my eyes and for just a moment I am once again watching the trains that rolled through my hometown when I was just a child. Once again I am fascinated by what I see through my sleep-filled eyes: freight trains, passenger trains,… [ Read On ]
Walking lets my mind wander and the other day I saw a leaf dance. First the leaf did a little jig, almost jigging in place. Then it whirled and then it dipped. For a moment I lost track of everything else. Then there I was dancing with an oak leaf. Suddenly I stopped and realized… [ Read On ]