First Five Fragments for Friday

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.

My part of Minnesota is lush right now, every plant growing in an urgent surge thanks to much rainfall these past weeks. And the outdoors has been a steady inspiration for me as well as a soothing presence when I need one.

But, of course, there is inspiration everywhere, and so, without further ado, here are this week’s prompts.

1. Vancouver is a destination for us later this summer. I’ve learned that the green culture of the city has shaped transportation and recreation options Vancouver-wide. I’ve also learned that there is enough diversity to explore multiple cultures when we are there. All good things. One guidebook mentioned the night market in Chinatown and I immediately thought, “I have to see that.” And then I discovered they’re not having the night market this year because of the cost. Damn. Have to go back to reading the guidebook a bit more.

What is your most unique travel memory? What makes you get out of your own neighborhood?

2. Father’s Day is this Sunday in the U.S. My father is gone, as is my father-in-law. We will celebrate my partner Mick and my son Shawn, both excellent fathers themselves. Do you celebrate fathers other than your own? Why? What epitomizes the word, “father”?

3. Three words that don’t make it into literature often enough: rhinoceros, splat, sphygmology.

4. Rhyme or unrhyme?

5. Sometimes, images are just the thing. If you are not outside, where do you do to look for images? What makes you stop and stare?

Have a great weekend. And, if you are poking around for images, come find me on Tumblr or Pinterest.

Happy Friday the Thirteenth.


  1. 1. Pipestone and you
    2. Don't remember my dad very well.
    3. I wrote a poem recently with shphymomanometer in it — does that count? I'll send it to you!!!
    4. depends.
    5. see the pink poppy on my blog today 🙂 Stunning!!! I stared!


  2. The travel memories abound. I am fortunate.
    My Dad was stern until one time when I needed him to be.
    I don't have to water the deck plants as much….yet!


  3. Antarctica – hands down. Memories I hug to myself.
    My father was a difficult man. I loved him, I hated him, I miss him.
    Love your words.
    Rhyme or unrhyme – so long as the rhythm is there.
    I am not a very visual person. Outside – or in my crowded head.


  4. Can't see the word “Vancouver” without wanting to throw things…
    I have a lot of fond memories of traveling in Italy, hopping the train to go to Germany for Octoberfest, going to Amsterdam to see the Van Gogh museum, walking across Sicily with a backpack. Good times.
    I think I will celebrate youngest child being the good dad he is. He adores his kids.
    Rhyme within reason. Done well, it can be stunning.
    Inside I look for images in the shadows, in small, everyday items, in the patterns and rhythms of life.


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