I've only written a few poems over the past few months, and I seem to be floundering, waiting for someone to publish my current manuscript, Slight Faith, and not quite sure what I want to write next. I'm at a threshold. My writing needs to go in a new direction. It's a frustrating feeling.
I've never been able to work with "poetry prompts" from others, I suppose because they track into what another poet is fascinated by, but don't evolve from the deepest part of my own being. I'm always having interesting conversations with myself, but often I forget to write down my thoughts, and too often, they disappear.
But the other day, I made a list of things that do fascinate me, that I spend time thinking about. Perhaps it's a start.
The Urban Death Project
suicide notes, particular Jumpers
heroin addiction/ effect on my community
Cosmology: constellations, seyfirt galaxies, singularities, gravitational waves
Dementia, amnesia, failures of memory