Once upon a time, we gathered on Manic Mondays
We were there by choice and not by obligation.
We came for the creative craft of literary elixirs,
mixing prose and creative venoms like we just don’t care.
Monday nights with beat mix-master Marc,
spreading imaginative, wise words in crafty spells.
A community soup-stew of imaginative consciousness,
some good, some bad, and some just right.
Dreamscapes are imagined in vibrant colors,
as we paint a blank canvas with many color pens.
The black letters dance in structured rows,
and the gaps and margins fill with blue, red, and purple ink.
Whether the weather is cold or hot,
some will revel in and reveal their inner thoughts
Free your mind to the art for art’s sake, open your soul,
lower your wall and peel off the Band-Aid mask.
Write, read, imagine, create, and critique,
Rinse, repeat, reimagine and revise.
Creative toxins overflow the chalice,
on dark and stormy nights.
As structured instruction ends,
the unstructured dialog begins.
Salacious, heated, raw, digressive debate,
as the suds and spirits flow.
We are the McQuint (aka MC5)
Monday Community College Creative Collaborative Club.
Pull up a stool to the lacquered and worn-wood, and grab a pint
or poison of choice. Tell us your tale, or we give you a writing prompt.