{"id":4170,"date":"2015-11-06T01:00:36","date_gmt":"2015-11-06T08:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=4170"},"modified":"2015-11-06T09:11:56","modified_gmt":"2015-11-06T16:11:56","slug":"suicide-doors-prompt-200","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/suicide-doors-prompt-200\/","title":{"rendered":"Suicide Doors . . . Prompt #200"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today’s writing prompt is a poem by Ron Salisbury. You can write on the theme of the poem or the mood. You can use a line or a word for the writing prompt. Ready? Read and write. Just write, without\u00a0 worrying how your writing will sound.<\/p>\n

Suicide Doors<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t put that in a poem, she said.<\/p>\n

What? Don\u2019t put what I said in a poem.<\/p>\n

We talk and a week later I find what I said<\/p>\n

in one of your poems. What\u2019s the matter<\/p>\n

with that? He\u2019ll find out. He doesn\u2019t read<\/p>\n

poems. His friends will tell him. His friends<\/p>\n

don\u2019t read poems. Just don\u2019t put me in your poems.<\/p>\n

How about I make it in the 1960\u2019s<\/p>\n

and it happens in my 1951 Merc with suicide<\/p>\n

doors, I got a D.A. haircut, smell of Bay Rum<\/p>\n

and your angora sweater comes off on my sport coat.<\/p>\n

Then what happens. Well, we could be in love.<\/p>\n

We already are. I mean the crazy 60\u2019s love<\/p>\n

before birth control pills and we both smoke<\/p>\n

and sneak bourbon from your father\u2019s liquor cabinet<\/p>\n

and try to figure out how to get some Trojans<\/p>\n

because they\u2019re not in every grocery store<\/p>\n

and you have to ask the druggist for them<\/p>\n

because they\u2019re kept behind the counter<\/p>\n

like cigarettes are now and because<\/p>\n

he knows everyone in town, it\u2019ll get around<\/p>\n

so we drive all the way to Dexter on Saturday<\/p>\n

night and I\u2019ll try to be cool and see if<\/p>\n

I can buy some and if I can\u2019t we\u2019ll take<\/p>\n

our chances anyways. Do we do it in the<\/p>\n

back seat? Yeah, the Merc had a giant<\/p>\n

back seat. And you won\u2019t use any thing<\/p>\n

I said in the poem. Sure. Ok, but<\/p>\n

bring a blanket and you have to go slow<\/p>\n

and give me time to hang my sweater<\/p>\n

over the seat so it won\u2019t get ruined.<\/p>\n

\"Ron<\/a>Ron Salisbury<\/a>, author of Miss Desert Inn<\/em>, (Main Street Rag Publications<\/a>) lives in San Diego, CA, where he continues to publish, write and study in San Diego State University’s Master of Fine Arts program, Creative writing. Publications and awards include: Eclipse, The Cape Reader, Serving House Journal, Alaska Quarterly Review, Spitball, Soundings East, The Briar Cliff Review, Hiram Poetry Review, A Year in Ink, etc; Semi Finalist for the Anthony Hecht Poetry Prize \u2013 2012, Finalist for the ABZ First Book Contest \u2013 2014, First Runner-up for the Brittingham and Pollak Prize in Poetry \u2013 2014, Winner of Main Street Rag\u2019s 2015 Poetry Prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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