Wisps are small pieces of language that float through before they settle — or sometimes instead of settling.
They can be inward thoughts, quiet observations, playful questions, or moments charged with feeling. A line. A fragment. A noticing. A posture we’re trying on.
Wisps are not finished work and don’t require explanation. They’re what drifts through while we’re living — the bits that catch our attention before we decide what to do with them.
You might share:
- An internal Wisp — something from your inner weather
- An observational Wisp — a moment you noticed and couldn’t shake
- A conversational Wisp — a question or thought that made you smile
- Or another kind we haven’t named yet
Sometimes Wisps become poems, essays, stories, or songs. Perhaps we’ll find collaborators who help smooth a rough edge or bring an idea to the surface — that’s what community is for.
I’m a bit of a graphics gal — but please don’t think you need images if that’s not your thing. Words are enough. Toss them out. That’s what we’re here for. I just enjoy making things look inviting.
Words land differently for each of us, shaped by our stories and back stories. I don’t worry about story theft when it comes to Wisps. They’re barely ideas — and if someone else runs with one and turns it into something new, well… that’s alchemy, baby.