Years ago a friend told me that whenever his creativity was a bounced check, whenever his heart and mind was an account of insuffieicient funds, he wrote haikus. It turned out to be an invaluable piece of advice to me at the time, and still is to this day. Whenever my inspiration is cashstrapped and hands me another I.O.U., when even my muses are on the street corner begging for loose change, I can usually mange to scrounge together three simple lines of seventeen syllables to hold me over until the next creative payday. And if that doesn’t work, you can always try to make a collage from what you find in the waster-paper bin too…
We were full of thirst
Tongues of water and flame
Reaching for something…