Thursday, August 31, 2006

A Few More Prompts, Early One Morning


Sometimes I wake myself up laughing.

We will not be silent


What I see before anything else, is space


There is some sort of weight on her face

Playing Pool on Pen-y-Fan

I could smell him on my fingers, long after

Big-Eyed, on the Beach

Garway Hill, Real Meat, Rabbits

Bike on the Line

What is it With Michel?

Ship to Shore

Black Dahlia

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