Here is a writing prompt.. It might be fun to make a not too serious look over your journal and see what you have collected.
What’s in My Journal
Odd things, like a button drawer.
Mean Things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too.
A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous discards.
Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska.
Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway.
Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius.
Chasms in character.
Loud omissions.
Mornings that yawn above a new grave.
Pages you know exist
but you can’t find them.
Someone’s terribly inevitable life story,
maybe mine.
“What’s In My Journal” by William Stafford, from Crossing Unmarked Snow © Harper Collins, 1981.
