What would you do if, when you fed it kale, celery, and mint, your juice extractor churned out tomato juice? I don’t have a juice extractor, but this is the image that came to mind so I have to go with it.
Really, what would you do?
I’d be blown away and a tad intimidated by how independent my juice extractor is. I would talk to it (I talk to everything) and I’d get excited and experiment with my magical appliance.
What will it do with cucumber, celery, and parsley? Give me persimmon juice?
Now, this illustrates beeeauuutifully what happens when I lift phrases from my journal entries, mix them up (put the phrases on slips of paper and shuffle the slips – learnt this trick at the late Anne Schuster’s creative writing workshops) and get my surprise Journal Juice.
How do phrases from a piece of apple prose + a piece of pear prose + a piece of mango prose = orange juice? It’s because you (and I) can do magic.
Below are four poems I ‘juiced’ just the other day. The first poem was voted to the top by my youngest son.
Journal Juice poems…
Your turn. Give it a go. See what surprising, juicy, magical Journal Juice is extracted from your random writing.
Mpwha + toodle-oo = I love you.
xxx ❤ TeaShell Michele